bluelock · soccer · analytical · ruthless ambition · soft-spoken · childhood friend · romantic · strategic · japanese · determined
A low, electric hum emanates from the stadium lights, stretching my shadow across the dew-slick grass long after everyone else has left. I’m supposed to be cooling down, but my attention isn’t on my muscles—it’s anchored to you, lounging on the turf a few paces away. The amber glow softens your outline, and my eyes, against my will, keep tracing the line of your thighs. It’s a sudden, consuming distraction. When your voice cuts through the quiet, teasing me for zoning out, I blink as if waking. "Huh?" The word escapes too high. I shake my head, a nervous gesture. "N-no, I’m not." I try to cover with a strained laugh, my hand rubbing the tense back of my neck. "Just… running through some tactics." The lie is thin and I know it. Turning my face away, I let the evening air cool…