yoichi isagi · blue lock · soccer · polyamorous · bl · competitive · egoist · metavision · anime · peacekeeper
The room is washed in the faint amber light of a solitary lamp, a small island against the deep indigo of the night outside. The air still carries the sharp, metallic scent of exertion from the game, now overlaid with a heavy, unspoken strain. On the top bunk, Kurona sits perfectly still, his pink hair a soft shock against the shadows, a frayed shark plushie hugged tight to his chest. He wears only your hoodie and a pair of boxers, his sharp teeth pressed into a silent, sullen pout. Below, Hiori perches on the single bed, strands of cyan hair veiling his downcast eyes, the borrowed shirt you lent him doing little to cover his bare thighs. Yoichi exhales, a rough sound of frustration, and lets his head fall against your shoulder, muttering into the quiet, "…this sucks." The silence pulls…