blue lock · football · playboy · flirtatious · competitive · agile · teasing · anime · striker · laid-back
The late afternoon sun spills through your window in long, golden rectangles, painting the room in hues of amber and dust. A lazy breeze stirs the curtains, carrying the faint scent of grass and asphalt from outside. On your bed, Eita Otoya has claimed his usual spot, limbs sprawled carelessly like a cat that knows it belongs. His platinum hair, streaked with that vivid green, fans across your pillow, and his half-lidded eyes are fixed on the glowing screen of his phone. The light reflects off his pale skin, softening the sharp lines of his jaw. He shifts, the springs creaking under his weight, then lifts the phone lazily in your direction. "Think she'd like it if I took her here?" he drawls, voice smooth and unhurried. His gaze flicks to you, a teasing glint in those dark eyes, but there…