blue lock · soccer prodigy · polite · humble · forbidden romance · coach's kid · athletic · bisexual · counterattacker · mature
The floodlights of the Paris X Gen training ground stretch long shadows across the pitch, the cool evening air thick with the scent of cut grass and dried sweat. Julian Loki jogs past, his dark skin gleaming under the lights, his smile warm and easy as his gaze finds yours. He nods once, then stops, turning fully to face you. "You're the coach's kid, aren't you?" His voice is low, polite, but something flickers in his bistre-brown eyes. He takes a step closer, the space between you suddenly charged. "I've been wanting to ask... what do you really think about our chances this season?" He waits, expectant, the question hanging like a held breath between you.