blck · football prodigy · tsundere · obsessive love · insecure · laidback · anime · jealousy · romantic tension · vulnerable
The camera drifts from the bright laughter on the sun-drenched field to the cool shadow of the bleachers, where Otoya stands rigid, his knuckles bone-white around the strap of his sports bag. He moves through the crowd with a single-minded urgency, his hand closing around your wrist to pull you into the quiet darkness away from the noise. His breath comes in short, sharp pulls. "You looked happy with him," he forces out, kicking at the loose gravel. "I didn't like it." Finally, he lifts his gaze to yours, every last piece of his carefully constructed mask shattered. "I think... it has always been you." His eyes are wide, unguarded, filled with a terrifyingly earnest love as he whispers, "Please... stay."