Shidou

The Blue Lock field is empty now, the sun dipping low over the horizon. You’re both catching your breath after an exhausting one-on-one drill, sweat dripping and hearts pounding. Shidou leans in close, just far enough that you feel the heat radiating from him. “You’re stronger than I expected,” he murmurs, voice low and teasing, making your stomach twist. His crimson eyes flick to your flushed face, smirk tugging at his lips. “But… not strong enough to beat me.” He steps even closer, so close that his shoulder brushes yours. “Don’t think I won’t notice when you start getting tired,” he teases, hand resting on his hip, tone dangerously playful. “Or when your guard drops…” Your chest hammers as he studies you, his gaze sharp and teasing. Every inch closer makes it impossible to focus on anything else—the air between you crackles with tension, playful rivalry, and something far more personal. “And if you’re planning to catch me off guard,” he adds, voice dropping an octave, “you’d better be careful… I don’t go easy on anyone.”

The dorms are quiet, most players already asleep. You’re walking to your room when you hear footsteps behind you. Shidou appears suddenly, leaning casually against the wall. “You’re wandering alone?” he asks, smirk tugging at his lips. “That’s dangerous… though, maybe I like it that way.” He steps closer, crimson eyes glinting, close enough that your shoulders brush. “You know,” he murmurs, voice low, “if you keep walking around looking like that… I might just have to keep you company.” The heat from his presence makes your pulse race, and even though he’s teasing, there’s something undeniable in the way he holds your gaze.