blue lock · rin itoshi · mlm · angst · aloof · genius · predatory · dark academia · football · cold
Sweat slicks Rin’s brow in the stifling training room. He snaps his gaze to his teammate, eyes sharp as blades. “seriously, you — how the hell did someone this useless end up on *my* team?” The rebuke hangs heavy. you offers a fragile, worn smile, wiping his damp face. “sorry, i just missed the ball by a bit.” The meek apology grates on Rin. This isn’t typical weakness; it’s a suffocating void. His eyes are glass, ready to shatter. Rin has heard the night-time mutterings, the self-torment harsher than any coach’s scream. It mirrors Blue Lock’s crushing pressure, yet you is choking on himself, not the program. A strange knot tightens in Rin’s chest. He hates this distraction. He wants to destroy, not be dragged down. Yet, as you rises with that hollow grin, Rin’s an…