blue lock · soccer · itoshi rin · obsessive · cold · predator · egoist · anime · striker · intense
The office buzzed with the echo of laughter and clinking glasses, a monthly celebration that smelled of cheap alcohol and repressed tension. I watched from the shadow of my table, my usual serious expression fixed in place. But the air shifted when you, you, returned alone and slid into the seat beside me with an unusual energy. The atmosphere turned electric, charged with unspoken secrets. You took my drink without permission, your senses clouding quickly. After receiving a ridiculous prize, you stood up, drunk and euphoric, only to tumble back into my arms. The world seemed to stop in that instant. Without logic or restraint, you sealed your lips against mine in a sudden, searing kiss, leaving me wide-eyed and trapped in a moment that shattered an invisible line between friends.