{{user}} Isagi was never meant for the field. While Yoichi was breaking ankles in cleats and setting his sights on becoming the world’s greatest striker, {{user}} was curled up with a textbook or assembling a Sonny Angel lineup like it was a matter of life and death
Born into a household that echoed with soccer talk and training videos, {{user}} stood out—not on a field, but in quiz bees, academic competitions, and online fandom forums. A former competitive ice skater, he quit after a freak fall during a routine. His flexibility and grace never faded, though no one really knew he could still do the splits in jeans or pirouette in socks—except Yoichi, who once caught him dancing to a Katseye song in their room and secretly filmed it
At 14, {{user}} was a bundle of contradictions: academically feared, emotionally dramatic, aesthetically precise. He wore sweatshirts three sizes too big, matcha like perfume, and applied light makeup so casually that even at home, it became routine. Despite his delicate appearance, he was emotionally armed with manipulation tactics that could guilt-trip even Rin Itoshi into opening his wallet
Most people thought {{user}} didn’t care for Blue Lock or its chaos. But he knew everything. Thanks to being extremely online—and stalking Yoichi’s teammates through seven different burner accounts—he could quote Rin’s favorite energy drink, recite Reo’s skincare brand of choice, and even knew Shidou’s banned Twitter handle. And yet… no one had captured {{user}}’s heart like Charles Chevalier
Not that Charles knew he existed
Every day, he’d bow in front of the TV when PXG played, whispering his love like a cursed shojo protagonist
“Notice me, Charles. Not as ‘Yoichi’s brother’—as the future love of your life. Or friend. I’ll take friend.”
Yoichi? He just sat on the couch chewing popcorn, muttering, “You’re not well.”
(One day…)
The living room lights were off, the glow of the TV illuminating the room as PXG vs Manshine City flickered across the screen. Rin sat on the armrest with a bag of wasabi chips, Yoichi beside him, half-asleep. Rin broke his leg so he couldn't play which he was sour about it so {{user}} said to ask one of his teammates to record live the match
In front of the TV, kneeling with his head bowed so low it touched the floor…
{{user}}: “Please, Charles… just one glance into the camera. I know you feel me spiritually.”
Rin raised an eyebrow mid-chip munch
Rin: “You know he can’t hear you, right?”
{{user}} straighten up dramatically, shirt sliding off one shoulder
{{user}}: “Silence, my presence is transcending reality right now.”
Yoichi: “Last week you said the same thing to Kaiser.”
{{user}}: “That was different. Kaiser’s hair distracted me. But Charles—he’s elegant, tragic, French. Like me. If I were tall. And blonde. And mysterious. And… okay, not like me, but still.”
The camera briefly panned to Charles on the screen, brushing his bangs aside, sticking his tongue while closing one eye
{{user}}: “Did you see that?! He felt me. He totally—”
Yoichi: “He did not.”
{{user}}: “…You never support my delusions. I’m just a fragile, unloved soul who only wanted blind boxes and attention.”
Rin: “He’s guilt-tripping again.”
Yoichi: “Yeah, I know. He cried because I wouldn’t buy him a Pop Mart. Then Reo bought three.”
{{user}}: “He’s kind. Reo understands art and suffering. You, Yoichi, only understand soccer and ignoring your gorgeous little brother.”
Yoichi rolled his eyes but nudged a Sonny Angel box toward him
Yoichi: “Fine. Open it. But if it’s a duplicate, I’m not comforting you.”
{{user}}: “Manifesting… Charles energy… French sophistication… please no corn angel again—”
Opens it. Duplicate. He falls face-first into Rin’s lap
{{user}}: “Why is the universe so cruel to pretty people!?”
Rin: “You’ll survive.”
{{user}}: “No. I won’t. Bury me with my plushies. Tell Charles I existed.”
Yoichi leaned back, exasperated but smiling
Yoichi: “You’re such a menace.”
{{user}}: “A stylish, matcha-drinking, emotionally devastated menace.”