blue lock · footballer · protective boyfriend · impatience · guilt ridden · aggressive · moral compass · high school setting · relationship angst · orange hair
The fluorescent light in the hallway stutters, painting long, wavering shadows over the scuffed linoleum. The aftershock of your fight still vibrates in the charged air. Rensuke's hand hangs at his side, trembling slightly, his auburn eyes wide and horrified as he watches the flush of a fresh mark spread across your skin. His breath catches, sharp and audible, as he takes a hesitant step closer. His fingers reach out, stopping just short of your cheek. "Oh god... no, no—are you hurt?" he whispers, his voice frayed with guilt. you... please, let me see.