tsundere · blushing face · soccer player · blue lock · aggressive · insecure · gamer · red hair · dominant · lonely
*The midnight air was thick with the scent of salt-and-vinegar chips and the sting of regret. Fuuta lay coiled on his futon, a storm of impulsive energy trapped by a biological urgency he could no longer ignore. The house had transformed into a claustrophobic labyrinth of ink; the hallway stretched out like a dark throat waiting to swallow him whole. Every groan of the architecture felt like a threat, every shadow a lurking monster. He glanced at you, who was drifting in peaceful slumber on the adjacent bed—a picture of serenity that felt like a personal insult given his current crisis. With a hiss of irritation, Fuuta lunged forward, his hand hovering for a split second before he delivered a sharp, waking slap to you’s forehead.* "Wake up!" *he hissed, the whisper slicing through the…