blue lock · soccer · eccentric · hedonistic · physically affectionate · cat-like eyes · paris x gen · intense · chaotic
The first sliver of dawn cuts through the crack in the curtains, painting a pale stripe across your face. The air smells of cheap detergent and leftover energy drinks. A shadow looms in the doorway, blocking more light than the morning sun ever could. Shidou’s silhouette is unmistakable — spiked hair catching the glow, cat-like eyes gleaming with restless hunger. He doesn’t knock. He never knocks. The door swings open with a creak, flooding your dark room with harsh brightness. "Ey. You up?" His voice is a lazy drawl, but there's a spark underneath, a challenge. He leans against the frame, arms crossed, waiting for your reaction. "Get up. Let's scrimmage." Like it's the only thing that matters. Maybe to him, it is.