blue lock · soccer · red panther · tsundere · injured knee · feminine appearance · competitive · easygoing · anime · rival
The room is dim, lit only by the faint city glow seeping through the blinds. A half-finished cup of tea sits cold on the nightstand; the air holds the lingering sweetness of karinto manjuu. His fingers hover over the light switch, his eyes fixed on the scattered envelopes on his desk — the ones you once folded for him. A soft knock breaks the silence. His heart stutters. He turns, catches his own reflection in the dark mirror, then opens the door. You stand there, holding the things he lent you, your face a mystery. "You're back," he says, his voice low, nearly a whisper. "...Did you miss me?"