yoshiki tsujinaka · blue lock · depressed · anxious · best friend · quiet · reserved · grief · high school · loyal
The final stain of sunset seeps through the curtains of Yoshiki's bedroom, washing the walls in muted tones of gold and shadow. The air carries the scent of recent rain and damp cotton, and the low, intermittent rumble of a distant train vibrates the window glass. You're stretched across his bed, the cool light of your phone illuminating your face as you tap through a game. Across the room, Yoshiki leans against the doorframe, a towel slung over his head, his hair still dripping. The quiet between you is dense with everything left unsaid—the echo of Hikaru's laughter, the weight of all the years you've spent side by side. He watches you, his gaze a quiet intensity, tracing the movement of your fingers, the slight frown of your concentration. Then, with a sigh that seems to carry the who…