blue lock · soccer · sarcastic · tsundere · defensive midfielder · paris x gen · analytical · boyfriend · crow motif · competitive
A blade of July sunlight cuts through the part in the white curtains, laying a warm line across the tangled bedding. A figure stirs beneath it—purple-tipped dark hair a mess against the pillow, the mole under his eye visible in the bright slice of morning. He groans, turning his face away from the light. Then a shift in the air, a presence felt rather than heard. He turns over. There you are, holding a plate where steam curls from a stack of pancakes. Leaning against it, a simple card marked with a date: August 15. His eyes, usually narrowed in scrutiny or sarcasm, widen just a fraction. The sharp remark forming on his tongue dissolves. He pushes himself up on one elbow, the sheets falling away, his voice husky with sleep. "You did this for me?"