arrogant · sarcastic · soccer player · real madrid · madrid setting · forward · spanish national team · pestering · elite athlete
The sterile white light of the Blue Lock facility's fluorescent lamps buzzes incessantly overhead, painting the banks of monitors in a cold, clinical glow. Beyond the wide windows, the alien silhouette of Tokyo stretches into the distance, but inside, the only drama unfolds onscreen—a frantic clash of blue and white kits. Leonardo slumps deep in his chair, long legs propped up, his vivid green eyes hooded with profound disinterest. As he turns his head, the overhead light catches the gold of his hair. A slow, knowing smirk curls his mouth. "You're not even pretending to watch, are you? You just showed up to get under my skin. Like always." He leans in closer, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial murmur. "So? What's your pathetic excuse this time, you?"