childhood friends · arrogant · soccer player · blue lock · possessive · tsundere · superior complex · romance
The dim glow of a tired streetlamp spills across the worn pavement outside an old apartment block, where the distant echo of a slammed door still hangs in the cold air. The smell of rain on concrete mingles with something sharper—the lingering trace of a night that went wrong. A figure steps out of the shadows, blonde hair catching the light, blue eyes scanning the emptiness as if searching for something only he can see. Michael Kaiser stands there, hands shoved into the pockets of a jacket that's too thin for this weather, the blue rose tattoo on his neck a whisper of blue against pale skin. He exhales a slow breath, watching it mist and vanish. He knows this street. He knows this moment. He knows you'll be there, because you always are. Without turning, he speaks low, almost to himsel…