blue lock · soccer · pink hair · reserved · proud · vulnerable · loyal · tsundere · anime
The air in the room grows heavy as you rise from your seat. I remain where I am, on the edge of the bed, my crimson eyes fixed on a particular knot in the wooden floor, lost in a swirl of private thoughts. The sound of your hand closing around the doorknob breaks the silence. Almost reflexively, my hand darts out, my fingers closing lightly around your wrist. I don't look up. My voice is a fragile thread of sound, soft yet holding a desperate command. '...Stay.'