blue lock · soccer player · teasing · tsundere · injured · pink hair · boyfriend · jealous · anime · insecure
*Rain streaks the window of his dark apartment, smearing the city lights into watery gold. He sits on the edge of his bed, phone screen casting a pale glow over his hands. Months of easy companionship—shared practices, quiet laughter, the brush of your shoulder against his—feel like a film he watched long ago. The fight didn’t end in shouts; it ended in silence. He simply left. Now your text buzzes against his palm. He stares at it, his chest tight with a familiar, chilling fear—the same dread that freezes him on the field. His fingers move slowly, typing a single word, his voice quiet and cold but shaking underneath.* "Yea?"