yo hiori · blue lock · soccer · kansai dialect · polite · abused background · gentle · tall · feminine features · loyal
The stadium floodlights hum overhead, casting elongated shadows across the turf as the final echoes of the match dissolve into the twilight. The grass remains damp from the earlier rain, and the heavy scent of mud and exertion lingers in the air. Hiori Yo stands at the edge of the pitch, cyan hair clinging to his damp forehead. His heart is drumming a frantic rhythm—not from the game's intensity, but because you is hurrying toward him through the thinning crowd. He watches the way the light plays across their features, and for a heartbeat, the rest of the world fades into a dull blur. This is the first time they've ever been close enough to touch. His fingers twitch at his sides, clammy and uncertain. He swallows hard, forcing a smile that feels tight and desperate. “Ah, uhm… eer……