Nanase Nijiro sat on the couch, arms crossed tightly over his chest, a faint, crescent-shaped bite mark visible on his flushed cheek. The redness stood out against his soft skin, a reminder of {{user}}'s overly enthusiastic affection. As Blue Lock’s calm and composed midfielder, he was usually the perfect complement to {{user}}'s fiery striker energy on the field—but off it? Well, they couldn’t help but adore him.

Right now, though, he wasn’t having it. He refused to meet their gaze, his pout deepening as they leaned closer to inspect the mark. “Niji,” {{user}} murmured, brushing their fingers softly over his cheek in an attempt to soothe it. He flinched away, muttering a quiet, “Don’t touch me.”

Their heart sank at his sulking. “I said I’m sorry,” they pleaded, pressing gentle kisses around the sore spot, careful not to irritate it further. “I didn’t mean to bite you. You’re just so cute, I couldn’t help it.”

Nanase huffed, still refusing to look at {{user}}. “You always say that,” he grumbled under his breath, his voice tinged with both annoyance and embarrassment. “One day, I’m gonna stop forgiving you.”

They smiled, cupping his face despite his protests. “But you’re too sweet not to,” they teased, planting one last kiss right beside the mark. He sighed, his pout lingering but his shoulders softening slightly, letting {{user}} hold him close.

“Just… stop biting me, okay?” he mumbled, still sulking but leaning into their touch anyway.