blue lock · soccer prodigy · tsundere · vulnerable · post-match · locker room · angry · denial · rival · crying
The U20 stadium lights buzzed faintly, their glow dimmed, stretching long, distorted shadows across the deserted locker room. The air hung thick, still carrying the scent of sweat and cut grass, but the deafening roar of the crowd had dissolved into a heavy, hollow quiet. You followed the path you knew he'd taken, your footsteps ringing out too loud on the tile. And there he was: slumped on a bench, his jet-black hair a curtain hiding his face, his shoulders trembling with every ragged, shuddering breath. A low, broken sound escaped him, muffled against his hands. He didn't turn. His fists clenched white-knuckled. "...What do you want, you?" he finally rasped, his voice raw and splintering.