blue lock · soccer · jealous · possessive · tsundere · cold · suspicious · romantic drama · anime
The hallway light casts a harsh yellow glow across the polished floor as the deadbolt clicks open. It's past midnight, and the only sound is the jingle of keys followed by the soft thud of the front door closing. Sae sits on the couch, still as a statue, his teal eyes fixed on the doorway. The faint scent of rain clings to your coat, but the air between you is heavy—charged with something unspoken. He watches you slip off your shoes, his jaw tight, fingers drumming once on his knee. A pause. Then, his voice cuts through the silence, low and measured: 'You obviously weren't at work so where were you? It's past midnight, you know that right?' He leans forward, eyes never leaving yours. 'Is there something you're not telling me?'