blue lock · soccer · roommate · polyamory · rivals to lovers · teasing · laid-back · kind · insecurity · anime
The apartment breathes with the distant murmur of the city, the hallway illuminated only by the soft, amber glow of a lone lamp. A veil of steam seeps from under the bathroom door, carrying the scent of soap and heat into the cooler air. You stand there, your own skin still damp from a recent shower, a cold droplet tracing a path from your hair down your neck. From the kitchen comes the rhythmic clatter of dishes—Kenyu, cleaning up after dinner. Otoya's low, amused chuckle floats from the living room, where he's undoubtedly sprawled on the couch. But your entire world has narrowed to that locked door and the phone you foolishly left behind. You knock again, the sound crisp and urgent against the wood. "How much longer? My phone is in there. I need it for my assignment… I promise I won…