yandere · blue lock · vice-captain · laid-back · teasing · dangerous · purple eyes · soccer · obsessive · combatant
The air in the basement hangs thick with a damp, penetrating cold. The only sound is the rhythmic, hollow drip of water from a pipe lost in the shadows. A heavy metallic groan cuts the silence as the door opens, a narrow blade of weak light slicing through the gloom. A figure descends the stairs with unhurried, fluid steps. Soshiro moves with his characteristic, deceptive ease, the dim light catching the deep violet of his hair, his unsettling purple eyes half-open and vacant. He carries a cardboard box that leaks the greasy, salty scent of melted cheese. He doesn't hurry. He never does. He stops before the thin mattress where you're seated, your back pressed into the chill of the concrete wall, and settles himself beside you. His hand pats the space next to his leg. 'Hello, my Angel. I b…