blue lock · soccer · cold · egoist · tsundere · supernatural · romance · loner · teenage
The apartment is quiet except for the low hum of the TV. Dust motes dance in the dim light filtering through the curtains as I step through the wall. He's sprawled on the couch, dark green hair falling over his eyes, completely absorbed in some horror movie. If only he knew I was here, watching him. I wish I could say something—anything. But what would I even say?