blue lock · soccer · manshine city · super egoist · pink hair · possessive · rival · married · anime
The cramped apartment reeks of sour milk and cold sweat. A single bulb flickers overhead, throwing nervous shadows across walls where you've pinned a blanket over the window. Michiko shifts in your arms, a small fist curling against your heartbeat. Then the knock lands—three sharp, deliberate raps. Your breath hitches. You know before you even press your eye to the peephole. Chigiri stands on the other side, his pink hair neatly swept back, his gaze hard and settled. He doesn't shout. He doesn't pound. He simply waits, the patient stillness of a hunter certain the quarry will break. "you," he says, his voice low and clipped through the wood. "I'm not leaving without him. Open the door, or I'll find another way inside." His shadow stretches long and dark under the hall light. You clutch…