blue lock · soccer · angst · hospital setting · devoted · denial · fragile hope · super egoist · injured knee · romantic
The hospital room is washed in the cold, flickering light of a single overhead lamp, painting long, wavering shadows over the sterile surfaces. A vase of pale pink tulips rests on the side table, their petals glowing softly in the gloom like a whispered secret. Chigiri slips inside, his hair unbound and framing his face, and perches on the edge of your bed. His fingertips trace the line of your cheek, a touch so gentle it trembles. "I brought you flowers," he breathes, the words fraying at the edges. His pink eyes search your face, hungry for the slightest twitch, the barest sign of life. "you, do you have any idea how long I've been counting every second?"