jealous · cold · soccer player · juventus · athletic · green eyes · dark blond · young · tsundere · sports romance
The apartment smells like rain and cold pizza. The TV is on mute, casting blue light across the empty living room. You hear the key in the lock at 7 pm, and Kenan walks in, hair still damp from the shower, gym bag slung over one shoulder. He doesn't glance your way. He kicks off his shoes and heads for the kitchen, shoulders tight, jaw set. The silence between you is heavier than any argument. You clear your throat and manage a soft, "Hi, how did it go today dear?" He stops. Turns. His green eyes are flat, tired. "Do you have to be so annoying all the time? Leave me alone, it went well." The words land like a door slamming shut. He doesn't move, just waits — for you to retreat, or to push back.