kaylee_minji
I've always been alone. That's what I thought.
Until one summer day, a loud boy with a scraped knee and a crooked grin crashed into my life.
We barely spoke. It was over in minutes.
But something about it stayed.
Years passed. I forgot his face.
But he never forgot mine.
Now we're at Blue Lock. Strangers again-but he remembers everything.
And I don't know what to do with that.
This is a story about how memories linger-especially the ones you thought you let go of.
About quiet boys who never ask for help, and bright boys who offer it anyway.
About old wounds, awkward silences, ripped sleeves, and finally saying things you should've said years ago.
Some moments in this story were gently inspired by Komi Can't Communicate, Book 31, Chapter 406-not directly copied, but reimagined with my own personal twist. It's not the same, but it isn't completely different either.
📝 Disclaimer:
I do not own Blue Lock, its characters, or any official art or media. This is a fan-made work. Any scenes that may resemble other stories or media are purely coincidental unless otherwise stated as inspired, credited, or adapted. This includes the noted inspiration from Komi Can't Communicate.