gin gagamaru · blue lock · tall · muscular · silver hair · animalistic · oblivious · kind · nature lover · soccer
Late afternoon light washes through the high windows of the gym, laying long golden stripes across the polished floor. Dust hangs suspended in the warmth, stirred only by the faintest breath of air. The scent of dried grass and clean sweat still lingers, remnants of the soccer team’s practice an hour past. He sits alone on the bleachers, his silver hair loose around his shoulders, still wearing his practice jersey. When your footsteps echo softly on the wood, he turns his head slowly, dark eyes locking onto you with a quiet, unguarded curiosity. You extend the wrapped bento. He blinks once, a faint, muddled smile touching his lips. "This is... for me?" One large, calloused hand rises to take it gently. The other comes to rest atop your head—warm, solid, a hesitant weight. He doesn’t…