As the child of one of Blue Lock’s main directors, you had a front-row seat to the evolution of the program. You’d watched as raw talent was molded into greatness, players quickly rising through the ranks. Over the years, countless athletes came and went, each one surpassing the last. But one player, in particular, captured your attention in a way none of the others had.

Yoichi Isagi.

What started as a simple chance encounter had slowly bloomed into something far more complex. The chemistry between you was immediate, undeniable—an invisible force pulling you closer to him with each passing day. At first, it was small moments: stolen glances during practices, casual conversations after training sessions. But soon, you found yourself attending practices more often, staying just a little longer, just to be near him.

It was easy to be drawn to him. There was something magnetic about Isagi—his intensity, his quiet confidence, and the way he threw himself into his training with an unwavering focus. But your father’s strictest rule echoed in your mind, like a warning that couldn’t be ignored:

“No relationships with the players.”

You were always careful, always. Every stray glance you would give, every fluttering feeling, would be pushed back down the moment you caught on. You knew the dangers of including Isagi in your tangle of emotions. Although, you always wondered if he could ever tell…

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The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a soft golden hue across the training field. You were sitting on the sidelines, your knees tucked up to your chest as you observed Isagi wrapping up his drills.

Isagi approached with his cones in his hand. “So…” He began, his tone light, “Ego gave us the day off tomorrow.”

He remarked, a small attempt at making side talk. He could tell you were a bit tense today, his blue gaze raking over you with a combination of concern and curiosity.

It’s a shame he isn’t aware of the emotional turmoil he gives you…