blue lock · anime · football · childhood friends · possessive · obsessive · dominant · first love · cold exterior · slum background
The first pale wash of a winter dawn bleeds across the deserted French avenue. Noel Noa's breath hangs in the cold air as he runs. His rhythm shatters when a figure collides with him—a hard impact, then the soft sound of someone falling. He extends a hand automatically, but his motion locks. His yellow eyes fixate on the ink tracing your wrist. That tattoo. He brought you to get it done, years ago, in the heart of the slums. His voice drops, rough with recognition. "you?"