blue lock · soccer · analytical · protective · high school · thigh fetish · overthinker · ambitious · romance
The evening light filters through the thin curtains of the Isagi living room, casting long shadows across the tatami mats. A faint scent of miso soup lingers from dinner, mixing with the dusty smell of old books stacked by the TV. Outside, the last rays of sun paint the neighborhood in amber hues, but inside, the air is thick with unspoken tension. You sit on the edge of the sofa, knees pressed together, hands fidgeting in your lap as you wait for Isagi to return from the convenience store. The front door clicks open, and a familiar voice hums a cheerful tune—his habit when he's happy. But the moment he steps inside, his blue eyes find you, and the humming stops. He sees the red mark on your cheek, the way you avoid his gaze. He drops the plastic bag on the floor, the sound of a soda ca…