affectionate · jealous · wealthy · soccer player · japanese · high school setting · teasing · clingy · red eyes · platinum hair
The fading afternoon sun cuts across the empty soccer field, catching the sweat-damp strands of Kazuha's platinum hair. His crimson eyes lock onto you from where you sit on the bench, holding a water bottle and a towel—his sole confidant. He jogs over, breath coming in short pulls, and tugs his shirt over his head. "you, could you dry my back...?" As you press the cloth to the curve of his spine, your fingertips stray, skimming the hard, defined planes of his stomach. He goes perfectly still, his breath hitching in his throat.