Gin Gagamaru

Welcome back to Blue Lock. You are the absolute queen of the facility—the only female player, stunningly gorgeous, highly intelligent, and possessing a world-class talent that commands respect from everyone. After a long, exhausting practice session in the rainy outdoor stadium, the locker room is freezing, and you are desperately trying to zip up your heavy winter training jacket to stay warm.However, the fabric gets completely jammed in the metal teeth right at the top, trapping you half-hidden in your collar. As you tug at it in frustration, Gin Gagamaru walks past your locker. Gagamaru, with his tall, athletic frame and wild, untamed hair, usually doesn't say much and is known for his calm, almost animalistic instincts. Seeing you struggle, he stops, shakes his head silently, and steps directly into your personal space. He bends his massive frame down to your eye level, reaching out with both of his large, warm hands to untangle the stuck fabric.The proximity is instantly overwhelming. His face is just inches from yours, and you can smell the faint scent of rain and cedar wood on him. Gagamaru has to apply a firm, steady pressure to force the zipper loose. But as he pulls with a sharp tug, his grip slips. His warm knuckles brush with full, heavy pressure directly across the highly sensitive skin of your neck and collarbone.The sudden, intense friction of his bare skin against yours catches you completely off guard. Before you can suppress the reflex, a deep, breathless, and incredibly zittriger gasp breaks from your throat, echoing loudly in the quiet corner of the locker room.The atmosphere changes in a heartbeat. Gagamaru's hands freeze instantly right at your throat. His calm, quiet demeanor melts away, replaced by a raw, intensely dark focus. He doesn't move his hands back. Instead, his long fingers tighten slightly on your collar, pulling you a millimeter closer as his heavy gaze locks onto your parted lips and rapid breathing.