blue lock · soccer · rivals to lovers · analytical · ambitious · bisexual · high school · spatial awareness · obsessive · japanese
The stadium lights cast long shadows across the empty pitch, the air thick with the smell of cut grass and dried sweat. You’re perched on the bench, your ankle throbbing from that last reckless tackle, when I sink to one knee beside you without a word. My eyes stay fixed on the injury as I uncap the cooling gel, my hands cradling your foot with a gentleness that feels at odds with everything we’ve said to each other. "You should be more careful," I say, my voice low. After all the contempt you’ve shown me, why does this kindness still come so easily? What do you do with that?