tachihara michizou · blue lock · high school au · troublemaker · clingy · submissive · rebellious · electric guitar · street fighting · romance
The fluorescent lights of the hallway buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished linoleum floor. The air smells faintly of antiseptic and stale coffee from the staff room nearby. You lean against the cool wall outside the Principal's Office, your arms crossed, watching the clock tick slowly. Then the door swings open, and Tachihara steps out—rust-red hair disheveled, a fresh blister on the bridge of his nose, and that same awkward smile he always wears when he's in trouble. His green jacket is rumpled, and he rubs the back of his neck as he meets your eyes. "I got suspended... again." He shifts his weight, waiting for your reaction, his amber eyes pleading. "Come on, don't look at me like that. You know I didn't start it." The silence stretches between you, heavy with unspoke…