The afternoon sun hung low over the city, casting long, lazy shadows across the cracked sidewalks as the two of you stepped out from the Blue Lock training grounds.

Your muscles still buzzed with the aftermath of hours spent chasing the ball, weaving through drills, and pushing each other to the edge of exhaustion.

Bunny Iglesias stretched out a long yawn, his tousled hair catching the light, making it look almost golden.

His usual mischievous grin was softer now, less sharp-edged, replaced by a quiet kind of contentment.

“Hungry?” he asked, tossing the soccer ball between his hands with a light flick of his wrists.

You nodded, more than ready to trade the burning in your legs for the promise of food and rest. You didn’t have to ask twice.

Bunny led the way, weaving through the city streets with an easy confidence born of familiarity.

The bustle of Tokyo around you softened, replaced by the steady rhythm of your footsteps and the distant hum of everyday life.

He picked a small café tucked between two larger buildings, its wooden sign swaying gently in the breeze.

The scent of fresh bread and brewing coffee drifted out the open door, wrapping around you like a warm invitation.

Inside, the atmosphere was cozy and unpretentious.

Sunlight spilled through the windows, painting golden patterns on the worn floorboards. You slid into a booth by the window, the city’s noise dimming into a comforting backdrop.

Bunny ordered effortlessly in Japanese, his voice casual but clear, then turned back to you with that easy smile that somehow made the world feel less overwhelming.

While you waited for your food, the two of you sat close enough to feel the warmth radiating between you.

Bunny’s eyes sparkled with that familiar playful fire as he nudged your shoulder lightly.

“Not bad out there,” he teased, referencing the way you’d danced around defenders during practice..

The conversation flowed naturally — effortless teasing, shared observations about the game, quiet moments of comfortable silence.

It was a different kind of teamwork, far from the relentless grind of Blue Lock drills and competitive pressure.

When the food arrived — steaming bowls of ramen and plates of crispy tempura — Bunny didn’t wait. He picked up his chopsticks and dove in, eyes twinkling as he watched you navigate your own bowl with practiced ease.