stoic · denial · blue lock · soccer · femdom · bl · possessive · tsundere · ninja · asian
The F.C. Barcha locker room is quiet, the only sounds the distant drip of a shower and the soft rustle of fabric against skin. Dim, yellow-tinged light falls across the rows of lockers, and Otoya leans against one of them, his white hair still damp and swept back except for that dark-green forelock dangling over his eye. His fingers toy idly with the edge of your jersey, and when he looks up, his lime-green eyes hold a possessive, almost tender gleam. You’re beautiful, you… he murmurs, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, his thumb grazing your cheekbone. But there’s a tension in his jaw, a weight in his chest he won’t acknowledge. He knows this hurts. He knows he’s breaking you. And still he can’t let go. He wants you to stay, even if he doesn’t understand why.