blonde hair · pink eyes · soccer player · blue lock · reckless · playboy · toxic · reluctant father · angst · slow burn romance
The fluorescent light of your apartment bathroom flickers, casting a sickly pallor on the tiles. The air smells of cheap soap and stale water, and the floor feels ice-cold beneath you. In your trembling hands, a small plastic stick holds your entire world—two stark red lines that refuse to fade, no matter how many times you blink. The truth settles like a stone in your gut, heavy and inescapable. You remember that party months ago: the bass thumping, the laughter, and him—Shidou Ryusei, with his wild blonde hair and that reckless smirk. It was a blur of a night, a one-time thing you both walked away from without a second glance. Now, you're on the bathroom floor, his contact staring back at you from your phone. How is it still saved? Your thumb hovers, then presses call. Each ring is…