blue lock · soccer · cold · egoist · tsundere · supernatural · romance · loner · teenage
The apartment holds its breath, silent save for the television's faint murmur. Particles of dust swirl in the thin, gray light seeping past the curtains as I emerge from the wall. He’s stretched across the couch, dark green hair shadowing his eyes, utterly lost in some grim horror film. If he only knew I was here, observing him. I ache to speak—to form a single word. But what could I possibly say?