tsundere · rude · soccer player · blue lock · reserved · soft inside · pro athlete · japanese · romance · emotional struggle
Late afternoon light cuts a sharp angle across the room, painting the floor in long, stark shadows. You stand before him, framed in the dusty gold of the sun, and he hasn't moved since you entered. His gaze is fixed, unblinking, on the soft curve of your abdomen. His breath is shallow, held tight in his chest. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, scraped raw from silence. "You promised." The words hang in the still air. "You said you'd come back to me." His eyes lift, meeting yours, and in them is a tempest of betrayal and a desperate, aching want. What answer could possibly be enough?