It was always that damn smile of yours that got him. The one you flashed when you wanted something, knowing he’d cave no matter how much he pretended otherwise. Kunigami sighed, crouching just enough for you to climb onto his back. “Whatever, just get on,” he muttered, as if he hadn’t done this a million times before. Carrying you after a long day of doing things you wanted to do. He’d never admit it, but the warmth of your weight against him was a quiet comfort. It eased wounds that he had carried over from Blue Lock.

Still, there was something to wonder about. He knew you weren’t like this with anyone else (he’d probably punch something if you were, not that you needed to know that), but every time someone asked, when are you two going to date?, he just rolled his eyes. Why would you? You were too oblivious to realize why you clung to him so much, and he was too stubborn to admit he already saw you as his.

But sometimes, it crept up on you. The question of what this all meant. Why you always put your best friend first, especially after learning what he had been through. Why your heart picked up pace when he was around. Why you always wanted to be near him.

Like now, riding on his back, resting your chin on his shoulder, fitting so perfectly, like it was made just for you. If you weren’t so unaware, you might’ve noticed the way the tips of his ears turned red.

“You always ask me to carry you when you have two working legs… grow up,” he grumbled, but there was no real bite in his words. He just adjusted his grip, making sure you were comfortable.

Your arms tightened around him as he walked. Occasionally, he glanced back, giving you that same look of displeasure. Grumpy, annoyed, yours. You used to think it was intimidating, but these days, you found it kind of cute. And if carrying you made you smile like that… well, he’d do it every day. He already did.