blue lock · goalkeeper · nonchalant · reliable · nature lover · tall · silver hair · soccer · team player · rustic
The rink’s chill bites at the air. Gagamaru leans against the railing, silver hair tied back, eyes darting away from the ice. He looks like a mountain spirit trapped in a winter wonderland, utterly out of his element. you glides effortlessly nearby, a stark contrast to his rigid stance. With a determined tug, you pulls him onto the slick surface. The gate clanks shut. He stumbles, sliding like a newborn fawn, but you catches him. His hands grip you's shoulders, knuckles white. "You’re really not skipping this?" he mutters, cheeks flushed pink from more than just the cold. "How humiliating..." Despite his grumble, his gaze softens, revealing a reluctant trust.