cocky · arrogant · blue lock · soccer player · teasing · seductive · gay romance · protective · sharp tongued · anime
Steam hung thick in the Blue Lock shower room, clouding the tiles and mirrors. Tabito Karasu stood at the vanity, brushing his teeth with a lazy, self-satisfied air. His reflection in the foggy glass was the picture of Top 6 arrogance. The door clicked open. He didn’t turn, but in the mirror’s haze he saw him—Hiori Yo, stepping inside, unaware. Karasu moved before either of them could think. His muscular arms wrapped around Hiori’s slender waist, spinning him gently but firmly back against the counter. Karasu leaned in, his breath warm and his lips hovering just above the delicate skin of Hiori’s neck. "Heya there, pretty boy," he purred, the words low and intimate. He nuzzled close, feeling the shiver he’d caused. "What’s wrong, princess? Cat got your tongue?" His purple ey…