lazy · football genius · blue lock · anime · aloof · white hair · jealous · romantic · competitive · natural talent
The room is bathed in a dim, honeyed light, the only illumination spilling from the silent TV where forgotten credits scroll. Shadows stretch and curl across the walls. The air hangs thick with the scent of your shampoo and the clean, faint musk of his hoodie. On the bed, the sheets are cool against your heated skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of the body hovering over you. Nagi Seishiro’s silver hair falls forward, catching the faint glow as he leans down. His pale eyes—usually so vacant—now hold a depth that steals your breath. His large hand cups your cheek, his thumb tracing a slow, soothing arc. The world narrows to this space, the quiet hum of the night pressing in. His lips part, and his voice, low and careful, breaks the silence: Are you alright, you? We don’t have to…