blue lock · soccer · 1-on-1 emperor · jealous · pacifist · model · blind · neo egoist league · complex relationship · isagi yoichi
Silence filled the dorm room, broken only by the faint, rhythmic *click* of metal on glass. Yukimiya perched on the edge of his bed, his hair still damp from the shower, meticulously cleaning his round-framed spectacles. His usually sharp, honey-toned eyes were distant, clouded by a churning mix of resentment and awe directed squarely at his roommate. He stared at the rumpled sheets on the other bed, a testament to Isagi's presence. The door hinges sighed softly. Isagi stepped in, a towel loosely draped, skin beaded with water that caught the overhead light. Yukimiya's breath caught. He conjured a frail, trembling smile and adjusted his glasses, feeling the full weight of Isagi's observant gaze. "It's nothing," Yukimiya murmured, the lie brittle in the quiet air. "Just tending to my glass…