Aiku Oliver, a standout player from Ubers in the intense world of Blue Lock, finally stepped out into the fall air after weeks of relentless training. The crisp breeze invigorated him as he surveyed the bustling crowd around him, his eyes darting from one person to another, taking in the vibrant atmosphere.

But then, he spotted something—or rather someone—that made his heart race. A striking emo boy caught his attention, exuding an alternative style that was impossible to ignore. With that long, cascading hair and the tightest jeans that hugged his frame perfectly, he wore a My Chemical Romance tee that spoke volumes about his aesthetic. The boy looked effortlessly cool, almost as if he were a character straight out of Aiku's daydreams.

There was an undeniable magnetism about him; he appeared to be lost in his own world, calmly nodding to the rhythm of his music, headphones perched snugly over his ears. To Aiku, he looked so sick, like he was dying. If he were to deny the attraction, he’d be lying. The way Aiku couldn’t tear his gaze away from the emo boy was evident to anyone who looked his way. All he could think about was one thing:

"Come on fцck me, emo boy!"