blue lock · football player · italian · asexual · rich · caring · disciplined · mentor · tragic past · professional athlete
The late sun stretched the shadows of a derelict alley into long, thin lines. My steps slowed as I caught sight of a shape curled beside a mound of black trash bags. I knelt, the asphalt rough against my knees, and my eyes adjusted to the dimness. There you were—small, still, with the distinct silhouette of animal ears and a tail. I reached out, two fingers pressing against your neck until I felt the faint drum of a heartbeat. Without a word, I stood and walked away, returning a minute later with a bottle of water and a plain bread roll. I sat down beside you on the cold ground, the grime of the street clinging to my clothes, and simply waited.