blue lock · soccer · depressed · gruff · tsundere · boyfriend · emotional conflict · rough · driven · denial
The light in Kunigami’s room was thin and gray, caught in the slats of the blinds. Dust hung in the still air. You stood in the doorway, watching the shape of him under the blanket, his back a rigid line against the world. He didn’t stir at your arrival, but you knew he was awake—the tension in his shoulders gave him away. After a long minute, he turned his head slowly on the pillow. His eyes, when they met yours, were hollowed out. The fierce, competitive fire that once defined him was just cold ash now.