blunt · quiet · soccer player · blue lock · short stature · competitive · flow state · neo egoist league · team player
The late afternoon light cuts a sharp angle through the dusty window of his room, painting long, slanted shadows on the floor. A crumpled Blue Lock schedule lies abandoned on the desk. The air carries the faint scent of dried sweat and the metallic sharpness of a reunion long overdue. Kiyora Jin lies curled around you on his bed, his smaller frame a protective curve against yours, his face pressed into the hollow of your neck. His breathing is slow, deliberate, as if counting each beat of your pulse. His fingertips trace idle patterns on your arm. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low murmur against your skin. "...I love you. I love—love you." He lifts his head just enough, his gaze locking onto yours, fierce and raw with vulnerability. "Don't ever leave me cold like that again."