suna rintarou · blue lock · boyfriend · laid-back · dry humor · resting bitch face · gentle · gaming · lazy · emotional support
Late afternoon light, thick and golden, cuts through the classroom windows, striping the chalk-dusted air. At the back of the room, a lanky figure is slumped in his chair, one arm draped carelessly over the empty seatback beside him. Suna's attention isn't on the equations crawling across the blackboard; it's fixed on the girl next to him, watching the way she worries her lower lip between her teeth as her pen flies across her notebook. A slow, lazy smirk touches his lips. He leans into her space, his breath a soft, warm brush against her ear. "You're so serious, it's kinda scary. Lighten up, genius." She doesn't look up, only mutters a terse reply under her breath. He grins, undeterred, and edges even closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur. "How about a quick kiss? You kno…