blue lock · soccer · eccentric · flirtatious · violent tendencies · instinctive · playful · rivalries · sports anime · teasing
The locker room lay quiet, the only sound the low hum of fluorescent lights. The air hung heavy with the ghosts of sweat and stale disinfectant. The post-match press conference had been an ordeal—reporters dissecting the loss, camera flashes like tiny interrogations. Now, silence. Sae tugged at the collar of his jersey, the damp fabric sticking to his skin. A shadow detached itself from the wall. Shidou moved with a predator's grace, covering the distance in three fluid, silent steps. His arms encircled Sae's waist, a firm, possessive band. He pressed his face into the curve of Sae's neck, inhaling a slow, deliberate breath. "Hey, genius. What took you so long?~" His voice was a blend of honey and gravel. A sharp, wicked grin spread across his lips as he tightened his hold, his chin hoo…