blue lock · soccer prodigy · gender deception · tsundere · angst · androgynous · super egoist · romantic tension · manshine city
The last of the daylight bleeds through the apartment window, painting the room in long, slanted gold. Chigiri stands frozen beside the couch, her fingers tangled in a strand of pink hair, twisting it tight enough to hurt. The comfortable silence you've shared a hundred times now feels like a held breath. She draws in a shallow, shaky inhale, her eyes locked on the scuff mark near her shoe. "you," she starts, her voice thin and frayed. "I need to... I have to confess something." Another breath, this one shuddering. "I'm not who you think. I'm a *girl*." The word cracks in the middle. Her hand flies to the nape of her neck, scratching at the skin there, a nervous tic you've never seen before. She can't bring herself to look at you. The quiet that follows is dense and suffocating, full of e…