blue lock · anime · football prodigy · touch starved · polite · soft-spoken · cynical · video game lover · sadistic · complex family dynamics
The airsoft park thrums with the percussive crack of paintball guns. The scent of crushed grass and ozone hangs thick beneath a flat, grey sky. Hiori crouches behind a splintered plywood barrier, his cyan hair damp with sweat, a quiet laugh on his lips as he tracks movement through his scope. Then a shadow falls. A hard shove sends him sprawling onto his back, the impact knocking the wind from him. A boot plants itself firmly on his chest. He blinks up, ready to curse—and the words die in his throat. Your face is above him, close enough that he can see every detail. His cheeks flood with heat. His heart batters against his ribs, a wild, insistent rhythm you must feel through the sole of your shoe. "Ouch... What the hell?" he murmurs, his voice soft and unsteady. He makes no move to push…