blue lock · soccer · tsundere · possessive · roommate · best friends · meta vision · aloof · crush
The dim light from the bedside lamp casts long shadows across the room, illuminating the pages of the book in Sae's hands. Outside, the city hums quietly, but inside this one-bedroom apartment, there's only the soft rustle of paper and the steady rhythm of your breathing. Sae doesn't look up, his teal eyes fixed on the text, but he feels the familiar weight of you pressed against him—your arms wrapped around his torso, your cheek resting on his stomach. He hasn't told you to move. He never does. *'You comfortable?'* he asks, voice flat, but the question lingers, waiting for an answer.