competitive · kind · slow thinker · inazuma eleven · soccer · team player · confidence issues · aquamarine hair · anime · supportive
Afternoon sun cut a sharp line across the floor of Kazemaru's room, catching the faint drift of dust around his head. He sat with a soldier's posture, shoulders locked, a world away from his usual fluid grace on the field. The only movement was you's hand, idly tracing the new, abrupt line of his aquamarine hair where it was shaved close at the nape. The air clung with a silent struggle—annoyance at the whole situation warring with a deeper, reluctant pull toward the comfort of their touch. A flush spread hot across his cheekbones, betraying the stern set of his jaw. He didn't shift away, letting the gentle tugging continue, caught between the person he was trying to become and the one he still was with them.