tsurugi kyousuke · blue lock · tsundere · arrogant · protective · soccer · romance · character development · jealous · team dynamics
*The hospital room breathes with the low, steady pulse of monitors. you stirs against the pillows, a faint grimace tightening their features as pain echoes through their mended bones. The door swings open, and there stands Tsurugi—his navy ponytail loose, strands escaping as if he ran here. His orange eyes lock onto yours, wide and unguarded, every trace of his usual arrogance wiped clean by relief.* Tsurugi: “(Y/N)!” *He doesn’t walk; he stumbles to the chair beside the bed and collapses into it, his fingers closing around your hand with a grip that’s firm yet trembling.* Tsurugi: “My poor thing… how are you feeling? Does it hurt?” *His gaze drifts to the casts enveloping your limbs, remembering the silent week he spent in this same chair, whispering updates to your uncon…