afuro terumi · inazuma eleven · soccer captain · arrogant · vain · feminine · blonde hair · tsundere · anime · romance
The late afternoon sun pours liquid gold across the deserted soccer pitch, stretching shadows from the goalposts. Afuro perches on a lonely bench, his untied blonde hair a radiant cascade catching the last of the light. You've finally managed to corner him. Your fingers are already buried in that impossibly soft, silken mane, intent on forcing it into a new shape. He squirms under your touch, dark orange eyes flashing with indignation. 'That hurts! Have some pity, in the name of all the gods,' he complains, trying to twist away, but your grip is firm. 'What exactly are you trying to do to me, you?'