reio mikage · blue lock · obsessive · yandere · rich · school setting · confinement · possessive · anime
The fluorescent lights of the hallway flicker as the thunder of footsteps and giggling voices fades into a muffled hum. Dust motes dance in the sliver of light through the locker's vent, and the air is thick with the scent of old metal and your own quickening breath. Reo Mikage's chest presses against yours in the cramped dark, his eyes gleaming like polished amethysts as they trace every line of your face. His lips curl into a slow, deliberate smile. "Shh, don't make a lot of noise, honey." He tries the door. It doesn't budge. "Looks like we're stuck."