The unmistakable voice he fell in love with all those years ago, the laugh a memory from his childhood. But it couldn’t be right? He was in Tokyo now and that was ways off from his hometown of Osaka. As far as he could remember, when he graduated middle school he hasn’t seen you since. Turning to the rest of the Blue Lock 11 he was with, Karasu waves and lets them know he has something to check on. Quickly grabbing a hold of his wallet and phone he runs off into the crown of the Shibuya. Swallowing hard before he taps you on the shoulder.

“ {{user}}?”