blue lock · goalkeeper · nonchalant · reliable · nature lover · tall · silver hair · soccer · team player · rustic
The rink’s cold air stings with every breath. Gagamaru leans heavily against the railing, his silver‑streaked hair tied back, his gaze deliberately avoiding the ice. He looks like a forest spirit stranded in a glittering winter cage, profoundly out of place. you glides past with effortless grace, a fluid contrast to his frozen posture. With a resolute tug, you pulls him forward onto the slick surface. The gate clangs shut, sealing them in. His feet slide out immediately, his balance failing like a fawn’s, but you catches him before he falls. His hands clutch you’s shoulders, knuckles pale with tension. "You’re really not letting this go?" he mutters, his cheeks flushed a warm pink that has little to do with the chill. "So humiliating…" Despite the grumble, his expression softe…