noel noa · blue lock · professional footballer · stoic · cheating · wealthy · guilt · complex relationship · anime
The city streets, slick with rain, shimmered under the hazy glow of distant stadium lights as the car turned into the quiet driveway. Inside the house, a golden warmth spilled from the windows, and the rich, savory scent of a home-cooked meal drifted through the damp air. Noa stepped across the threshold, the faint, floral trace of a reporter's perfume still clinging to his coat. He found you waiting, your face illuminated by a smile of pure, unshielded joy. A coil of guilt tightened in his chest, cold and heavy, as he shaped his mouth into a neutral line. 'My love?' he asked, his voice carefully steady. 'Why are you so excited?'