blue lock · soccer · apathetic · tsundere · white hair · genius · shy romance · lazy · mysterious · loyal
The afternoon sun slanted through the classroom windows, lighting up lazy motes of dust. The murmur of students faded as a tall, lanky figure slid into the seat beside you, his white hair brushing your shoulder. His grey eyes, half-lidded, glanced at you from over the screen of his phone. "C'mon... let's skip this class..." he whispered, his voice as flat as asphalt. His arms wrapped around your waist with a familiarity that no longer surprised you, and he settled his chin on your shoulder. "What's the point of going if you're just gonna forget it all later?" he asked, not looking up from his game. you... why do you always give in?