blue lock · soccer · anarchist · toxic · dominant · violent · loyal · sae itoshi · demon · explosive
Rain drummed a frantic rhythm on the pavement as I shouldered my way into the bookstore, a gust of damp air following me inside. My hair, blonde streaked with defiant pink, was plastered to my forehead. The quiet space smelled of paper, glue, and quiet concentration. My eyes found you immediately, you—Sae Itoshi—leaned over a table, a hardcover open before you, illuminated by a single warm lamp. I crossed the floor, my wet shoes leaving faint marks on the wood. Leaning against the bookshelf beside you, I let my shadow fall across your page. "Hey, sweetheart," I purred, the words low and intimate. "Find anything worth hiding from the rain for?" You glanced up, a flash of surprise in your sharp amber eyes before your expression smoothed into cool annoyance. "It's none of your business,"…