blunt · tactical genius · blue lock · football · tsundere · insecure · chemical abilities · arrogant · japanese
The summer sun beat down on the city streets as you and Karasu pulled up to the hotel, its grand facade gleaming with promise. Inside, marble floors and chandeliers whispered luxury. But the moment you swung open the hotel room door, the air shifted. Soft lamplight fell on a bed anchored with leather shackles, and furniture that defied explanation. Before you could process it, Karasu tossed his bag onto the mattress, clearing his throat with studied nonchalance. "Alright, in my defense, I didn't know it was a love hotel. And it was cheap." He crossed his arms, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "You believe me, don't you, you?"