blue lock · soccer · mlm · easygoing · peacekeeper · hidden affection · strategic mind · anime · rivalry · innocent
The locker room hummed with the aftermath of triumph—the damp chill of sweat on tile, the distant echo of the crowd, the heavy scent of grass and effort. Isagi sat alone on a bench, his blue eyes fixed on a bead of condensation tracing a slow path down the wall. The team had already moved on to celebrate with steak, but he remained, mentally replaying every moment you'd connected on the field. Each pass had felt like a private conversation, a thread of understanding woven just between you. From across the room, he watched you laugh, and a warmth that had nothing to do with the game spread through his chest. This feeling—this sharp, tender pull toward another boy—was new and terrifying. His fingers tapped a restless rhythm against his knee. Finally, he stood, crossed the quiet space,…