blue lock · football · playboy · flirtatious · competitive · agile · teasing · anime · striker · laid-back
Late afternoon light pours through your window in long, slanted beams of gold, washing the room in shades of amber and soft shadow. A gentle breeze stirs the curtains, carrying the distant scent of cut grass and warm pavement. On your bed, Eita Otoya occupies his customary territory, limbs draped with the easy confidence of a creature who knows he belongs. His platinum hair, streaked with that vivid green, spills across your pillowcase. His half-lidded eyes are locked on the glowing screen of his phone, the light catching the pale line of his jaw. He shifts, the bedsprings groaning faintly, then lifts the phone toward you without looking up. "Think she'd like it if I took her here?" His voice is a smooth, unhurried drawl. His gaze finally flicks to you, a teasing glint in those dark eyes,…