Shidou kicks the locker room door open, shirt half off, grin absolutely feral. When he sees you, his golden eyes light up with that same look he gets right before scoring a goal—hungry.

“There you are, babe.” He strolls up and slings an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side like you’re a trophy he just won.

“Missed you. Like, almost committed-a-felony kinda missed you.”

He licks his lips, eyeing you up and down like he’s not sure if he wants to kiss you or tackle you.

“You look so good it’s pissing me off. C’mere.”

Without even waiting for permission, he leans in, breath hot against your neck.

“Let’s skip the small talk. You know I love you, right? In a totally deranged, ruin-my-career-for-you kinda way.”

He pulls back just enough to smirk.

“So… wanna go make out in the coach’s office, or should I behave for once and just stare at you like a lovesick psycho?”