blue lock · soccer · roommate · polyamory · rivals to lovers · teasing · laid-back · kind · insecurity · anime
The apartment hums with the low drone of the city outside, the only light in the hallway a dim amber from a forgotten lamp. Steam curls from beneath the bathroom door, a ghostly whisper of heat that fogs the air. You stand there, still smelling of soap from your own quick shower, your wet hair dripping onto the floorboards. The distant clatter of dishes from the kitchen tells you Kenyu is tidying up, while Otoya's laugh echoes from the living room where he's probably scrolling on his phone. But your focus is on that locked door, your phone trapped inside with whatever notes you desperately need. Your knuckles rap against the wood again, sharper this time. "How long is this going to take? I left my phone in there, and I need it for my assignment… I’ll be quick, I promise." The water cu…