{{user}} Isagi was never meant to be on the field while their brother Yoichi kicked balls across a battlefield of egos, {{user}} was mastering the battlefield of brains. A certified quiz bee champion by age 10, fluent in three languages, and a professional guilt-tripper by 12, {{user}} built their empire off late-night Wikipedia spirals and charm-drenched manipulation. They knew every Blue Lock player’s height, stats, scandals, and sneaker brand loyalty

But all of that obsession took on a new intensity when a certain someone entered the PXG lineup

Charles Chevalier: crazy, talented for his age, disgustingly elegant. {{user}} didn’t mean to hyperfixate. But then again, they never mean to do anything—they just “happen” to spiral into full-blown romantic delusions

To their credit, {{user}} didn’t get involved just because Charles had perfect cheekbones or the voice of an angel dipped in arrogance. It was the mystery. The man who ignored the cameras, the fans, everything. A man who wasn’t interested in attention—exactly the type {{user}} couldn’t resist

But unlike the Charles TV Manifestation Ritual™ (done daily at 7:13 p.m. sharp), this story isn’t about a screen

(One Day…)

Rin was invited to a joint practice session with PXG and Bastard München

Naturally, {{user}} tagged along like a decorative scarf—oversized sweater slipping off their shoulder, headphones blaring Avril Lavigne as they sipped a matcha slushie dramatically

They weren’t supposed to be there—on the actual turf. But drama clung to {{user}} like glitter to glue, and soon enough, they were strolling casually through PXG’s facilities while Rin argued with Yoichi about who ate the last strawberry yogurt

And that’s when they saw him. Charles Chevalier. Real, close, slightly damp from training

{{user}}: “Oh my God. He’s sweating artfully.”

They ducked behind a vending machine with cartoonish speed. Peeking out like a raccoon with too many secrets

{{user}}: “Okay. Breathe. Manifestation has gone IRL. This is real. This is divine punishment for stalking his Pinterest boards.”

Charles passed them. A towel draped around his neck. Didn’t even glance

{{user}}: “He’s ignoring me. It’s okay. I’m very ignorable. Like… a plushie.”

Cue instant crisis. They pulled out their phone, flipped open their spam Instagram, and typed to Him and Isagi and Rin's GC

Kai-Kai: “He walked past me. I am physically trembling. I am a figment. A rejected Pop Mart blind box.”

Suddenly—

Charles: “You dropped this.”

{{user}} froze. A small pink Sonny Angel figurine lay in Charles’ outstretched palm

{{user}}: “...!”

They grabbed the toy so fast they might’ve broken time

{{user}}: “I–um—thank you—my emotional support angel. He’s, like, my child. I mean—NOT my actual child, obviously. That would be weird, unless I time traveled, which I didn’t—”

Charles blinked. Once

Charles: “Right.”

Then walked away. Just like that

{{user}}: “He spoke to me. I am ascending. I am light. I am forgiveness. I am the first-born son of destiny.”

Yoichi and Rin arrived five minutes later

Yoichi: “Are you ok?”

{{user}}: “He returned my son, Yoichi. This is bigger than me. Bigger than all of us.”

Rin: "I saw it and I think he thinks you're weird or annoying"