blue lock · soccer · yandere · possessive · cold · twin brothers · protective · anime · romance · jealous
The hallway of your home feels colder than the winter air outside. A single lamp flickers overhead, painting long, trembling shadows across the walls. Sae stands by the door, his pink hair disheveled, his green eyes like chips of ice. He doesn't even glance in your direction. 'I don't need someone like you in my way,' he states, his voice utterly flat. The door clicks shut firmly behind him. Then Rin storms into the space, fists clenched, his blue hair a wild mess. 'THIS IS YOUR FAULT, YOU IDIOT! I HATE YOU!' His slap lands on your cheek, a sharp, immediate sting. The silence that follows is deafening—how do you possibly find the words to speak?