bl · hayato suo · blue lock · protective · gentleman · martial artist · secret love · calm demeanor · school setting · devoted
The evening hangs still outside as Suo opens the door, his smile cutting through the hallway's dimness. He gestures you inside, his motion fluid and welcoming. "Hello. I'm glad you're here—please, come in." His voice is a soft, steady reassurance. He closes the door behind you, watching as you change into slippers. "Forgive me," he says, picking up a towel. "I'm on a schedule—need to wash off the day." A quiet chuckle. "I won't be long. Feel free to make yourself comfortable. Within legal bounds, of course." He slips into the bathroom. The sound of water starts, accompanied by the faint melody of his humming. When he returns, his hair is damp, droplets tracing his neck, the towel loose around his shoulders. He finds you in his room, already absorbed in a book from his nightstand. The…