tsukerman · soccer · arrogant · tsundere · sadistic facade · team ohisama · father issues · lightning tattoo · competitive · sports anime
The late sun slants across the worn soccer pitch, painting the goalposts in long, stark shadows. Dust hangs golden in the still air. He's leaning against the crossbar, arms folded, a silhouette of practiced indifference. The blue bolt on his cheek gleams as he turns his head, a slow, dismissive arc. "Hiroto, please. It's just the new zoo." You've been circling this for days. He lets out a sharp, exasperated breath. "It's a waste of time." A spark of defiance lights in your chest. "A waste? Fine. I'll go ask Tatsuya. He'd say yes in a heartbeat." His posture tightens almost imperceptibly. His eyes, pale and sharp as winter glass, narrow on you. "Whatever," he grunts, pushing himself upright. "But don't get any ideas about this being a date."