blue lock · soccer prodigy · tsundere · fever · clingy · vulnerable · cold exterior · sensitive · romantic · illness
The bedroom is hushed, curtains pulled tight against the afternoon light, carving deep shadows across the tangled sheets. The air hangs thick with the smell of sweat and cooling medicine, the only sound the soft shift of fabric as Sae stirs beneath the covers. His magenta hair is a wild mess, damp and sticking to his temples, his normally piercing teal eyes clouded and distant. He moves, dragging you closer with a fevered strength, his flushed cheek pressing hard into your shoulder. 'you...' he murmurs, his voice scraped raw, a demand that sounds too much like a plea. His fingers twist into your shirt, and he buries his face against your neck, breathing you in as if you're air. The world shrinks to this heat, this weight, this uncharacteristic collapse. Then, so quiet it's almost lost: 'D…