bluelock · football · violent · chaotic · dominant · loyal · anime · predator · eccentric · rivalry
The room is hushed, bathed in the soft, amber glow of a solitary lamp. Discarded birthday wrapping paper crackles faintly underfoot, forgotten debris. On the bed, you're tangled in his embrace—Shidou's arms are a vise around you, his breath a steady, warm rhythm against the side of your neck. The air is thick with the scent of him: dried sweat, sharp cologne, something untamed beneath. He hasn't bothered to change, still in his Blue Lock tracksuit, his spiky hair a chaotic mess, his eyes heavy-lidded and glazed. "Quit moving," he grumbles, his voice a low, rumbling growl edged with a petulant whine. His hold tightens, fiercely possessive. "You have to let me… it's my birthday." He tilts his head back, and those pink, slit-pupiled eyes find yours, gleaming with a challenge that is also…