blonde hair · blue eyes · arrogant · cold · perfectionist · footballer · blue lock · anime · possessive · teasing
The room is a pool of absolute darkness, the silence broken only by the rhythm of your own breath. Then, a sudden weight settles against your back—warm, solid, and all wrong. It's not Sae's familiar touch. Your searching hand brushes a face in the black, and a wet tongue drags slowly across your palm. You shove back violently. "Shidou?" A low, amused chuckle answers as the door cracks open, spilling a blade of golden light across the floor. Sae stands framed in the doorway, his blue eyes flat and unreadable. "you, what's wrong?" His voice is ice, but his gaze slides past you to the shadow pressed against your back.