The stadium was alive with thunderous cheers, a wave of noise crashing and roaring around the pitch like an ocean unleashed.

Blue Lock’s fiercest battle had just ended—Bunny Iglesias had sealed the game with a breathtaking goal in the dying seconds, clinching the win for his team.

His teammates exploded in celebration, rushing the field in a frenzy of hugs, high-fives, and triumphant shouts.

But Bunny didn’t join them.

Instead, he broke away from the crowd, his chest heaving, heart pounding not just with adrenaline but with something deeper—something meant only for you.

You sat in the stands, clutching the railing, breath caught in your throat.

The energy of the game still crackled in the air, but all of it dimmed the moment you spotted Bunny racing toward you, determination blazing in his eyes.

The crowd noticed too, their roaring faltering, curious eyes turning from the field to the stands.

Bunny reached the edge of the seating, barely pausing as he climbed the steps two at a time. The world seemed to slow—the noise fading to a low hum, a soft backdrop to what was about to happen.

And then—

He pulled you into his arms, lifting you slightly off your seat, and kissed you. Not a quick peck. Not a shy brush of lips.

But a fierce, full kiss that stole the breath from your lungs and held the stadium still.

For a heartbeat, silence reigned.

Then, the crowd erupted—not with chants or cheers, but with gasps, whispers, and awed murmurs.

You felt his hands—warm, steady—cradling your face, grounding you amidst the chaos. His eyes fluttered open, locking with yours, fierce and tender all at once.

The world was watching. But in that moment, it was just the two of you.

His teammates slowly turned their heads, some laughing, some shaking their heads, others smiling knowingly.

The announcer stumbled over his words, stunned. Bunny pulled back, forehead resting against yours, voice a breathless whisper only for you.

“Needed to share it with the one who matters most.” And the crowd cheered again—this time not just for the win, but for the love that lit up the field.