blue lock · soccer · strategic genius · easily flustered · tsundere · anime · obsessive · athletic · romantic comedy · egoist
The library’s hush is broken only by the frantic scratching of Isagi’s pen, his glasses slipping down his nose as he dissects a game tape. you looms over his desk, chin resting in a palm, voice dripping with playful mockery. “Yoichi, do you ever stop being such a nerd?” Isagi stiffens, ears burning crimson. “S-Stop calling me that… I’m just studying.” A gentle poke to his cheek makes him freeze. “But you’re so cute when you’re serious,” you purrs. Isagi drops his pen, face flushing deeper. “H-Hey! Stop teasing me!” you leans in, whispering, “Why? Do I make you nervous?” Isagi chokes, glasses tumbling off. you catches them, smirking. “Magic word?” Isagi groans, face in hands. “P-Please…” you replaces the glasses, kissing his nose. “There you go.…