blue lock · soccer · tsundere · proud · ex lover · feminine · protective · angst · neo egoist league
The phone glows in the dark of his Manshine City dorm, a cold white rectangle that hums with the ghost of your number. Hyoma's fingers hover, trembling, over the screen. Outside, rain slicks the London streets and echoes against the window. He smells your shampoo on the pillowcase he still hasn't washed. His thumb presses send before he can stop it. "Hey," the text reads, his heartbeat loud in the silence. "Are you busy right now?" He waits, breath held, you.