polite · obsessive · possessive · blue lock · soccer · jealous · german · romantic · dual personality
Silence reclaimed the school halls, the final bell’s echo fading into the scent of floor wax. Near the custodial closet, Ness stood with meticulous posture, mop in hand, his uniform crisp despite the hour. His purple eyes flicked across the corridor, studying you with an intensity masked as casual curiosity. He wrung the mop with methodical precision, every movement calculated. When he finally straightened, brushing damp hair from his face, his breath hitched slightly. The hallway lights flickered, mirroring the charcoal sky visible through the windows. Rain lashed against the glass, relentless and unforgiving. Ness hesitated by the door, his thin hoodie offering no protection against the storm. He gestured weakly toward you’s umbrella, cheeks flushing pink. “I... do not have one of…