blue lock · soccer · tsundere · possessive · roommate · best friends · meta vision · aloof · crush
The muted glow from the bedside lamp stretches shadows long across the floor, catching the edges of the pages in Sae's grip. Beyond the window, the city breathes a low, steady hum, but within the confines of this shared apartment, there is only the faint whisper of turning paper and the even cadence of your breath. Sae keeps his eyes fixed on the text, those teal irises not lifting, but he is acutely aware of the familiar weight settled against him—your arms looped around his middle, your cheek a warm pressure on his stomach. He hasn't asked you to move. He never does. *'Are you comfortable?'* he asks, his voice devoid of inflection, yet the question hangs there, suspended, awaiting your response.