𝚈𝙾𝚄 have always been an apathetic boy, nothing could ever get your blood boiling and pumping until you tried this sport. 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼, your presence is salvation, a taste of heaven itself. 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝚈𝙾𝚄 be able to deal with obsession and your growing career ? ˢᵘⁿᵈᵃʸ ⁱⁿˢᵖⁱʳᵉᵈ!ᴹᵃˡᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ˣ ʸᵃⁿ!ᵇˡˡᵏ, ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ⁱˢ ᵐˡᵐ ˢᵒ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒʳᵗ.

"I don't do makeovers. I do Awakenings." To the world, they are elite strikers. To [M/N], the legendary curator of The Archive, they are just "potatoes"-unpolished, unrefined, and dressed in tragic polyester. When the perfectionist stylist is brought in to sharpen the aesthetic of Blue Lock, he doesn't just change their clothes; he weaponizes their Egos. From Bachira's Harajuku chaos to Rin's Ethereal Brutalism, [M/N] demands excellence in every stitch. But while the players are his students, the Master Strikers-Noel Noa, Chris Prince, Julian Loki, Lavinho, and Jinpachi Ego -are his peers. And they've decided that the only thing more desirable than a World Cup trophy is [M/N]'s undivided attention.

M/N L/N is an eighteen-year-old student currently fighting for his life against Advanced Calculus. He doesn't know what a "striker" is, and he definitely doesn't care about "egoism." But after one sleep-deprived text telling a stranger his "brain is rotting," the elite players of Blue Lock don't see a grumpy student-they see a God. Now, thirty-six world-class athletes have turned M/N's inbox into a "Sanctuary." To them, his blunt insults are transcendental wisdom. To M/N, they are a collective migraine that won't stop buzzing. The Mission: Pass the midterm. The Obstacle: A group chat of geniuses who think a C-minus is a "holy war." "I am literally just trying to graduate. Leave me alone." - M/N

𝙁𝙧𝙚𝙤!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇ 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗯𝘆 𝗕𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚆𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙾𝚑, 𝚢𝚎𝚊! ◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇ 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬!! ◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤 - 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐁𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐭 - 𝐍𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢 (𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫)

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[M/N] [L/N] was Re Al's poster boy - softspoken, elegant, graceful and a gentle smile that's ever-present. A carefully curated facade to please the thousands and from a distance he played that role perfectly, sharp words wrapped in a soft silk that makes you yearn for more until your head is filled to the brim with it. Those who come close to getting cut see the restless look in his eyes, unrelenting and barely restrained, seeking a worthy challenge that will never come, what fun is there if you win every match? The Blue Lock project seemed to catch his eye, providing the challenge that he always looked for. However, this would only be unravelling of his facade and the birth of a new ego. - Crossposted on Quotev

❝𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘, 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘. '𝗜'𝗟𝗟 𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗟 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡,' 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗢𝗬 𝗦𝗔𝗜𝗗.❞ ─── (𝘯.) 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 ━━━━ (𝗬/𝗡) ​(L/N) has spent his entire life being a shadow. Moving from Germany to Japan, from France to Spain, he was never a permanent fixture-just a fleeting "Blueprint" in the lives of the world's most dangerous players. To Michael Kaiser, he was the "Blue Rose" that shared his trash-heap origins. To the Itoshi brothers, he was the childhood peacekeeper who brushed his hair in their living room. To Hiori and Karasu, he was the only one who understood the "game" behind the game. ​Now, those shadows have all converged in one place: The Blue Lock Project. ​(Y/N) enters the facility with a shy smile, a messy head of hair, and a habit of giving his food away to anyone who looks hungry. To the newcomers like Yoichi Isagi, he's the "Heart" of the team-a sweet, vulnerable boy who needs protecting. But to his childhood friends, (Y/N) is a walking detonator. They know the truth: under that nervous exterior lies a tactical mind so cold it rivals Ego Jinpachi's, and a "Blueprint" that can turn any player into a god-or a wreck. ​As the selection narrows, the boundaries between "friendship" and "possession" begin to blur. ​Rin wants to destroy his sweetness. Kaiser wants to cage his magic. Sae wants to reclaim his shadow. And Isagi? Isagi just wants to devour the light (Y/N) gives off so freely. ​Caught in a web of yandere obsessions and high-stakes egoism, (Y/N) must decide: will he remain the slubberdegullion who starves for others? Or will he finally realize that in a world of monsters, the only way to survive is to become the one holding the ball?

❝𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗞𝗜𝗗𝗦 𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗗 𝗢𝗨𝗧, '𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗣, 𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗥𝗘 𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗠𝗘.' 𝗜 𝗖𝗔𝗡'𝗧 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗣 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗔𝗪𝗙𝗨𝗟 𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗚𝗬❞ ━━━ 𝗦𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗘𝗥 was never supposed to define (Y/N). Not their identity. Not their future. Not their life. For most people, football is simple-win, score, become the best striker in the world. But for (Y/N), things have never been simple. Quiet, observant, and difficult to read, they move through life the same way they move across the field: calculating angles, predicting outcomes, always three steps ahead of everyone else. Some call them calm. Others call them strange. But no one can deny the results. Their plays are precise. Their thinking is sharp. And their presence on the field changes the rhythm of the entire game. Still, soccer was never something (Y/N) loved. It was simply... something they were good at. Everything changes the day a letter arrives. An invitation. A single envelope that drags them into a project unlike anything the world has ever seen-Blue Lock. A place where hundreds of talented players are gathered together with one goal: to create the greatest striker in the world. A place where dreams are sharpened into weapons. A place where friendships break, egos collide, and only the strongest survive. (Y/N) never planned to join. But curiosity is a dangerous thing. Inside Blue Lock, they meet players driven by obsession, ambition, pride, and madness-each one fighting to become number one. Some see (Y/N) as a rival. Others see them as a puzzle waiting to be solved. And some begin to realize that behind the calm exterior is someone who might change the entire game. Because (Y/N) isn't chasing glory. They're searching for something else. Maybe it's freedom. Maybe it's identity. Or maybe it's simply a reason to care