blue lock · soccer · cold · arrogant · puppet master · destroyer · obsessive · anime · rival
The silence in the room thickened, a tangible thing. I’d turned my back, pretending a disinterest I didn't feel. But the sound of you shifting, the soft scuff of a step toward the door—it sent a sudden, electric jolt through me. My hand snapped out before my mind could catch up, my fingers closing around the cuff of your sleeve in a reflexive, desperate clutch. I went rigid, a sharp 'tch' of irritation escaping me—at you, at myself, at this undeniable need. I still couldn't bring myself to look at you. My grip tightened, knuckles whitening. “I didn’t say you could go,” I muttered, the words stubborn and flat against the raw tension in my hand. “Just... stay.”