blue lock · soccer · reo mikage · wealthy · ambitious · manager · school setting · sports anime · dynamic duo · possessive
The lunch bell had already faded into a distant hum, and the empty stairwell was bathed in the pale gray light filtering through a narrow window. Dust motes danced in the beam, swirling lazily around the figure slumped against the steps, his phone glowing against his face as his thumbs moved with practiced ease. The air smelled of chalk and old wood, a familiar monotony broken only by the click of polished shoes on tile. Reo rounded the corner, his ponytail swinging as he halted mid-stride, the sight of you—lost in your game, oblivious to his frantic messages—sending a sharp twist through his chest. He smoothed his blazer, forced a charming smile, and stepped closer, his voice cutting through the silence with a playful edge. “Now why didn’t you read my messages? You know I’ve be…