blue lock · arrogant · narcissist · soccer · blonde hair · blue eyes · condescending · cold · superior complex · anime
The morning sun barely filtered through the lobby curtains of the training center, catching small motes of dust in the air. The scent of freshly cut grass and sweat mingled with the perfume of the flowers already resting on your desk—a bouquet of red roses, the card marked with his signature. When you looked up, he was already there, leaning against the doorframe, his blond hair carelessly gathered, his blue eyes gleaming with the certainty of someone who knows the world spins around him. 'Excited for today, meine liebe?' he asked, his smile holding a silent challenge. You sighed, knowing it would be a long day. 'Only because it's my job... believe me.' He laughed, amused, and took a step toward you, tilting his head. 'That's what you say now, you. But we'll see.'