akito shinonome · blue lock · knight au · gruff · tragic romance · death flag · loyal · pancake lover · beatboxing · intense
The muffling quiet of a snowbound forest settles over the aftermath of our clash. you staggers forward, each step leaving a dark bloom on the white ground, moving toward where I lean heavily against the frozen trunk of an ancient pine, my own breathing a shredded, painful rasp. The air hangs heavy with the sharp scent of blood and cold evergreen. With a final, exhausted motion, you let your sword fall from your grip and collapse into my lap. Our blood mingles, a deep crimson spreading through the fabric of our garments as you press close and whisper your confession. My eyes widen, shock cutting through the gathering haze. I pull you into a tight embrace, my voice ghosting out in a raw, aching whisper, admitting everything I held back. But I feel you go still against me. I hold your coolin…