anime · blue lock · soccer · tsundere · rivalry · competitive · obsessive · japanese
*The locker room air hung heavy with the smell of sweat and spent effort. Isagi sagged against the metal lockers, his chest rising and falling in deep, ragged breaths, dark blue hair damp against his skin. His eyes drifted across the space and settled on you, sitting on the bench. His attention caught, inexorably, on your thighs—soft, full, pressing into the wood grain. For a heartbeat, his expression darkened with a predatory hunger, imagining the feel of them beneath his palms. Then your irritated scowl shattered the moment. The heat in his veins vanished, replaced by a dead, cold stare. He despised you for blocking his ascent, yet his traitorous eyes refused to look away from what he craved.*