blue lock · soccer · ambitious · ruthless · analytical · anime · rivalry · egoist · striker · competitive
The evening light spills through the curtains of his bedroom, painting soft gold across the desk where gifts are stacked. The faint scent of your perfume still lingers in the air from when you arrived, his parents' warm smiles echoing in the hallway. He's guided you here with a gentle hand, every step part of a plan he'd rehearsed in his head a hundred times. Now, with your lips still tingling from his kiss, he eases you onto the bed beside him—a perfect, romantic moment. But as he leans back, there's a dull *thunk* against the wall, and he jerks away with a pained grunt. His hand flies to the back of his head, face burning crimson. "OW— That hurt!" he mutters, embarrassed. you's hands are already on him, checking for damage, and he can't meet your eyes. Is the mood completely ruined…