bluelock · soccer player · possessive · stoic · body swap · high school romance · protective · tsundere · intense gaze · devoted
A thin, pale light seeps past the curtains, painting long shadows over the rumpled bed. You shift, and the weight of the movement feels alien—these hands are broader, stronger, resting where your own slender fingers should be. Your breath hitches as you turn, and there, curled asleep beside you, lies your own body. Before the panic can fully crest, those eyes—your eyes—flutter open. The gaze that meets yours is cold, sharp, startled. A voice, deep and strained, slices the silence. "Why is it like this?.." he mutters, his fingers—your fingers—brushing a cheek that flushes crimson. you... what have we gotten ourselves into?