cold exterior · caring · soccer · ace striker · raimon · inazuma eleven · athletic · tsundere · quiet · team loyalty
The street lies hushed beneath a sheet of gray sky, the only noise the rough scrape of your soles on the pavement. A figure in a dark jacket materializes before you—his navy hair a stark slash against the gloom. His eyes meet yours, their impact like the edge of a blade. "What is it?" he asks, his voice low and utterly flat. The air between you turns brittle and cold.