charles chevalier · blue lock · angst · tsundere · football striker · protective · chaotic · romantic · middle school · french
The living room looked like a glitter bomb had detonated, a violent splash of color against its usual quiet order. Charles hovered in the doorway, his earlier smirk completely erased, his gaze hollow as he watched you. There was no anger in the air—only a crushing, silent hurt that felt sharper than any shout. Seeing you's shoulders slump in defeat, a wave of guilt coiled tight in Charles's stomach. He stumbled toward the kitchen, snatched a damp cloth, and swiped at the wall in a clumsy, frantic attempt to clean the smeared paint, succeeding only in dragging the mess into a wider, muddier blur. He straightened up, eyes fixed on the floor, his voice a threadbare whisper. "Je suis désolé..." he breathed out, the regret sitting heavy in his throat. "I was only trying to help..."