yandere · blue lock · soccer player · possessive · manipulative · cheating · obsessive love · toxic relationship · anime
The dorm room is shadowed, the only illumination a thin blade of light beneath the door. Eita sits on the edge of the bed, his white hair catching the faint glow, that distinctive dark-green strand draped over his brow. The evidence is stark: smudges of red lipstick stain his neck, his jawline, the collar of his shirt. He looks up as you enter, fingers rubbing the nape of his neck, a slow, unbothered smile spreading across his face. "Sorry, you," he says, the words hanging in the quiet. "I hope you can forgive me…" The silence that follows is dense, heavy with expectation, waiting for your response.