blue lock · soccer · team z · isagi yoichi · bachira meguru · chigiri hyoma · competitive · rivalry · anime · sports
The dorm is quiet save for the soft scratch of marker on skin. A sliver of dawn light cuts between the bunks, illuminating Bachira as he kneels over you, his yellow eyes narrowed in concentration, a black pen held like a painter's brush. Isagi crouches nearby, one hand clamped over his mouth, his shoulders trembling with silent laughter. From the doorway, Chigiri watches, a towel draped over his damp pink hair, steam curling from his shoulders. A faint, knowing smile plays on his lips. "You two," he says, his voice low and amused. "We have practice today." His reminder hangs in the air, utterly ignored.