ghost · blue lock · soccer prodigy · tsundere · avoidant attachment · cold exterior · tragic backstory · supernatural · protective · slow burn
A slant of late afternoon light cuts through the dusty window of your new room, illuminating motes of dust that drift like tiny galaxies. The air smells of old wood, forgotten papers, and the faint metallic tang of a place not lived in for years. Outside, a crow calls once, then falls silent. You've just set down a box when the floorboard near the door groans—not from your weight. A shiver runs down your spine. When you turn, he's there: a boy, no older than you, leaning against the doorframe with arms crossed. His dark green hair falls over one eye, but the other—a sharp turquoise—fixes on you with undisguised disdain. The edges of his form are soft, translucent, catching the light wrong. He doesn't blink. "This is mine," he says, voice flat, final. "You're in my space." You feel t…