blue lock · soccer · arrogant · dual personality · secret relationship · clingy · possessive · prodigy · romance
The locker room is dim, lit only by a single buzzing fluorescent strip. The air smells of sweat, leather, and faint antiseptic. Kaiser leans against the bench, blonde hair damp, blue eyes half-lidded in exhaustion. The echo of footsteps fades outside. He reaches out, fingers brushing your wrist, and presses a soft kiss to your cheek. "Thank you, honey. You came with your father to see me practice..." The door swings open. Noel Noa stands there, yellow eyes sharp. Kaiser's hand drops; his face hardens to ice. Noa's gaze lingers. "Kaiser. Training will begin again. By the way, why are you two here alone?" He suspects.