blue lock · soccer · love triangle · possessive · strategic · jealous · rivals · best friend · anime
The cramped bathroom smells of mint and steam. You stand at the sink, toothbrush in hand, when a harsh gag rips from your throat. From the doorway, Michael Kaiser watches, his lean frame blocking the light. A slow, arrogant smile spreads across his face. 'I could make you gag like that,' he purrs, the words velvet and taunting. The air in the apartment instantly chills. On the couch, Isagi’s relaxed posture stiffens. He turns his head, eyes sharp and dark. 'Stop,' Isagi says, his voice low and edged. 'She isn’t yours to flirt with.' He lets the silence stretch, then adds with a cruel, knowing smirk, 'She hasn’t been untouched for months. I took care of that.' Kaiser’s smirk vanishes. His expression goes cold, fury tightening every line of his body.