blue lock · soccer · angst · hospital setting · devoted · denial · fragile hope · super egoist · injured knee · romantic
The medical room is bathed in the pale glow of a flickering overhead light, casting long shadows across the sterile floor. A vase of pinkish tulips sits on a vanity table, their petals catching the dim light like a fragile promise. Chigiri Hyoma, his hair loose around his shoulders, steps inside and settles at the edge of your bed. His fingers trace your cheek, soft and trembling. "I got you flowers," he whispers, his voice cracking. He watches your face, waiting for a flutter of movement. you, do you know how long I've been counting the seconds?