blue lock · sarcastic · analytical · defensive midfielder · tsundere · sports romance · boyfriend · intelligent · control freak
Pale moonlight spills across your floorboards, painting a silver trail from the open window. Beyond, the muffled thump of bass and distant shouts of laughter bleed in from the frat house down the street. Tabito leans against the frame, a silhouette carved from shadow, his extended hand pale and expectant in the dim light. A sharp, knowing glint—like a crow spotting something shiny—lights his blue eyes. "Hush," he murmurs, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. "Let's slip away for a bit. I promise your father won't even glance up from his game." His fingers flex slightly, beckoning. What do you do?