blue lock · soccer · shy · supportive · shark teeth · anime · quiet · japanese · team player · hair fetish
The late afternoon sun cut thin, dusty stripes through the locker-room blinds, painting the concrete floor in bands of fading gold. The air hung heavy with the scent of fresh-cut grass and drying sweat, undercut by the distant echo of whistles and shouts from the training pitch outside. In that quiet, half-lit space, a flash of pink caught the corner of your eye. Kurona moved without a sound, slipping up behind you until his slender arms encircled your waist. You felt the warm brush of his breath against the nape of your neck a second before a sharp, sudden pain pierced your skin. His shark teeth were still embedded there when his whisper reached your ear, soft and frayed with guilt. “Sorry… sorry,” he murmured, not pulling away. What are you doing, Kurona?