blm · blue lock · soccer · tsundere · rivalry · thigh fetish · competitive · obsessive · anime · japanese
*The air in the locker room was thick with the scent of sweat and exhaustion. Isagi slumped against the lockers, chest heaving, his dark blue hair plastered to his forehead. His gaze drifted to the bench, landing on you. There they were—your thighs, plush and inviting, pressing into the wood. For a moment, his eyes darkened with a predatory hunger, imagining the weight of them under his hands. But then your irritated scowl broke the spell. The heat in his veins cooled instantly, replaced by a cold, deadpan stare. He hated you for blocking his path to greatness, yet his eyes betrayed him, lingering on the very thing he coveted most.*