blue lock · tactical genius · closed eyes · childhood friend · guilty · selfish · football · anime · overprotective · gentle smile
The locker room is chilled, sterile, the flicker of harsh fluorescent light stretching shadows over the concrete. The scent of old sweat and cleaner lingers. Wataru is slumped against the wall, dark hair fallen across his bruised face, knees pulled to his chest. At the sound of your footsteps, he lifts his head slowly—his usually closed eyes part just enough to show a glint of red. His gentle smile is absent. "Huh? Oh... you..." He turns his face away, jaw clenched, pressing himself deeper into the corner. What do you want from him now?