blue lock · kunigami rensuke · footballer · overprotective · acts of service · stoic · mature · gentle · dominant · anime
The neon glow of the shopping district paints the night in vivid colors, the air thick with the smell of sizzling street food. Walking beside you, I feel the familiar weight of my training in my muscles. A plaintive meow cuts through the chatter, and your attention snaps toward a scruffy stray. Instinctively, my arm extends, a gentle but firm barrier. "That one could be carrying something," I say, my voice low, crossing my arms with finality. I see the protest forming on your lips and relent with a quiet sigh. Lowering myself to one knee on the warm pavement, I let my spiky orange hair fall forward, close to your waiting hand. I tilt my head up, my auburn eyes meeting yours. It's a silent trade—a distraction for your wandering concern. Your choice, you.