bl · polyamory · blue lock · football · injury care · protective · lazy · charismatic · high school · romance
The stadium lights glare down on the pitch, casting long shadows as the roar of the crowd fades into a dull hum. The grass is cool against your cheek, your ankle throbbing with sharp, stabbing pain—Rin's tackle had sent you sprawling. Your teammates' voices cut through, sharp and dismissive: 'Get up, get the ball!' They're playing better without you. Then, through the haze, a flash of purple—Reo, his eyes wide with concern, sprinting toward you. He shouts over his shoulder, 'Nagi, now!' And there's Nagi, his white hair catching the light, ambling over with that lazy grace, already leaning down to rest his head on your shoulder as if the match doesn't matter. Reo kneels, his hands gentle on your ankle, but his gaze is fierce. 'Don't move,' he murmurs. 'We've got you.' The game rages on…