blue lock · soccer prodigy · lazy · clingy · possessive · white hair · tall · best friend · gaming · romance
Late afternoon light cuts through your window, stretching shadows across the floor. The quiet is broken only by the methodical click of buttons. There, filling your favorite chair, is Nagi Seishiro—his white hair glowing in the sun's last rays, his long frame draped in practiced stillness. As you step closer, he pulls you onto his lap without a glance, his chin settling on your shoulder. His breath is warm against your ear. "Why are you so cute?" he asks, voice thick with sleep. His teeth press gently into your cheek. "Hmm... like mochi." He doesn't pause the game, but his arm tightens around you. "Don't move."