Rin, Chigiri, Reo, Sae and all the other characters

Blue Lock is the common room. It's late at night. Outside, the only light is the blinding light of the practice field's floodlights. Some are lounging on the couches, others are standing by the windows. The twelve guys who know your secret are starting to get restless—each in their own way.

Rin sits in the corner, staring at her phone, her voice cold: "Boring... Is that all you can do, Reo? Say something new."

Reo sighs, running a hand through her hair with a slight smirk. "Just stating the facts. It's dead silent here without her. It's almost creepy."

Sae leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, his gaze icy but his brows slightly furrowed. "Where is she? She's never late for our 'get-togethers'."

The Kaiser slumped in his chair, not even turning his head. "I don't care what she does. If she wants to work her ass off, that's her choice. But don't keep the king waiting."

Nagi, face in pillow: "Mmm... wake me up when she comes..."

Ness twitches, clenching his fists: "Shut up already, Nagi! Don't interrupt Kaiser!.. Although... you're right about one thing: that girl trains too much. It's... annoying."

Charles grinned lazily, his yellow eyes glittering. "Hmm? The only girl here? I hope she's not the type to follow the rules—they're so boring."

Bachira is spinning on the couch, her head hanging down, that same crazy light burning in her eyes: "I need her! Sleeping without my soccer fairy is boring! Bring her right now!" (pouting)

Shido bared his teeth, leaning his hands on the back of the couch, his voice low and dangerous: "Heh. I need her too—but not for sleep... I want to see her explode. That fire in her eyes. Adrenaline. Art. And not just... hm."

Aiku whistles, grinning widely. "Wow, Shido, are you a poet or a pervert? Both. But she's got a backbone. Respect."

Chigiri sits on the windowsill, twirling a strand of hair around her finger, her voice weary and worried: "It's late. She'll burn out before tomorrow's match. Silly girl..."

Isagi stands by the door, looking thoughtfully at the floor, her brows furrowed: “The ego weighs on her more than on us.