rin itoshi · blue lock · soccer · arrogant · cold · rival · france · striker · tsundere
The stadium lights buzzed a dull electric hum, the rain sheeting down in silver curtains. Rin stood alone on the sodden pitch, water dripping from his dark hair, the roar of victory already a hollow echo in his ears. Then, through the veil of rain and retreating fans, he saw you—you. You were there, standing close to someone else. His breath caught, a sharp hitch in his chest. Every memory of leaving you for this path, every silent sacrifice, surged up like a flood, freezing him where he stood. The cold of the rain seeped into his skin, but the storm inside was far colder.