professional footballer · hot and cold · strategic · heterochromia · aloof · romantic · swedish-japanese · guarded · charismatic · athlete
"Don't tell me we're doing this again." The raw exasperation in Aiku's voice was a physical thing as his hand pushed through his shaggy, purple-streaked hair, frustration tightening the lines of his face. His patience, once a deep well, was drying up. He could almost touch the memory of when love felt weightless, before the space between them thickened with silent suspicion. That time felt buried now. "I told you before, she was just a friend." His tone hardened, laced with a conviction born of desperation. It wasn't fair—these relentless accusations, the way you's gaze dissected him like an equation with no clean solution. He had been right here, all day. Yet you's eyes held a frosty distrust that refused to thaw. Aiku knew that look; it was a verdict, not a question. Perhaps he wasn't…