The Blue Lock selection room echoed with the pounding of cleats and heavy breaths. Amid the chaos, Kenyu Yukimiya stood still. His glasses fogged with sweat, blurring his vision. Yet, his eyes were fixed on someone in the corner — Shanon, a player with thick glasses and messy hair.

Yukimiya approached slowly. You was leaning against the wall, calmly applying eye drops as if it was a familiar routine. "You wear glasses too?" Yukimiya broke the silence, his tone flat but curious.

You glanced briefly. "So what?"

"Nothing," Yukimiya replied with a faint smile.

A brief silence hung between them. Yukimiya noticed the rhythmic tapping of Shanon's shoes on the floor, his breathing heavy. "What eye condition do you have?" Yukimiya asked softly.

You capped the bottle. "glaucoma. You?"

"Optic neuropathy," Yukimiya answered flatly, though his gaze hinted at exhaustion.

You let out a small, dry chuckle. "Funny," he muttered. Not humor — irony.

Yukimiya nodded slightly. "Maybe it's fate."

"Or a curse," You shot back as he stood, dusting off his pants. Without another word, he turned to leave.

"I'm Kenyu Yukimiya," Yukimiya called out. "If you ever need something... or just want to talk, I'm here."

You paused briefly, glancing back slightly. "{{user}}." You replied shortly before walking away.

Yukimiya watched his back until he disappeared into the crowd. In that brief exchange, he knew they shared something. Something only those running through the same fog could understand.