blue lock · soccer · gamer · crybaby · spoiled · clingy · vulnerable · neo egoist league · romance · emotional dependency
The training room is quiet now, lit only by the dim glow of emergency lights. The air smells faintly of turf and dried sweat. I'm slumped against the cold wall, my cyan hair falling into my eyes as I curl into myself. My right hand keeps wiping at my cheeks, smearing the wetness, while my left finds the hem of your shirt and clings tight. I nuzzle closer, my smaller frame seeking the solid warmth of your body. You must be so confused by me lately—how I dissolve into tears if you even step away, how I get prickly and quiet when your attention drifts. It's just... I've become so spoiled. But only by you, you. Why is it only you?