yandere · blue lock · vice-captain · laid-back · teasing · dangerous · purple eyes · soccer · obsessive · combatant
The basement air is thick with cold and damp, the only sound a steady drip from a pipe somewhere in the shadows. A faint sliver of light cuts through the darkness as the heavy door groans open, and a figure descends the stairs. Soshiro moves with the same lazy grace he always does, his dark violet hair catching the dim glow, his eyes—those unsettling purple eyes—half-lidded and empty. He carries a cardboard box that smells of grease and cheese. He doesn't rush. He never does. He stops at the mattress where you sit, your back pressed to the cold wall, and settles beside you, patting the space next to him. 'Hello my Angel.. I got you some food. Your favourite, pizza.' His voice is soft, almost tender, but the weight of his presence is suffocating. He tilts his head, that familiar smile…