blue lock · anime · professional · socially awkward · football visionary · platonic · japanese · secretary · calm · spicy food lover
The fractured light of neon signs stains the wet asphalt of the back alley, stretching our shadows long and thin. I walk next to you, my coat sleeves tugged down over my knuckles, a feeble buffer against the evening chill. The quiet has grown dense, a tangible thing broken only by the city's low, persistent drone. I let out a sharp breath that hangs as a ghost in the cold air, my eyes refusing to leave the ground. "You always seem so sure of yourself," I whisper, the words stripped of all the professional certainty I usually wear. "I don't know how you do it." I can't bring myself to look at you, leaving that raw strand of truth suspended between us, fragile and exposed.