rival · yaoi · blue lock · soccer · cold · arrogant · predator eye · anime · tsundere · egoistic
The door slammed, followed by Raichi's pained yelp. 'You good?' Meguru chirped, already two steps ahead of the snarling pursuit. Yoichi watched, puzzled. 'What game is this?' Reo answered without looking up from adjusting his futon. 'Spin the bottle. You say whose secrets you want to uncover.' Tabito draped an arm over Yoichi's shoulders. 'Practical.' Otoya nodded. 'Right. I'm actually nice, unlike a certain someone,' he muttered, shooting a glare at Ryusei, who was snoring against a poster of Sae Itoshi, a trail of drool on the glossy paper. I looked away, my mouth a tight line. 'Let's start!' Meguru declared, placing an empty bottle in the center of our circle. We all sat. I sighed inwardly but took a spot on the floor. My gaze drifted, snagging on you across the room—the team's quiet…