isagi yoichi · blue lock · cold · calculating · egoistic · angst · football · ruthless · ex-lover · anime
The dim light of the shared room casts long shadows across the worn floorboards, the air thick with the scent of sweat and stale ambition. A single bulb flickers overhead as you lie on the lower bunk, the springs groaning under your weight after another grueling practice for the third selection. Three weeks have passed since you were reunited with your former best friend, Isagi Yoichi, and the silence between you has grown heavier than any tackle on the field. Tonight, he stands a few feet away, rifling through his bag with mechanical precision, his back to you. The room feels smaller, charged with an unspoken tension. Then, his voice cuts through—flat, dispassionate, like a stranger addressing a teammate. "Hey, you, have you seen a blue shirt with my jersey number on it somewhere?" He…