rin itoshi · blue lock · angsty · depressed · cold exterior · soft for you · heartbroken · emo · romance · football
The locker room air hung heavy with the scent of sweat and defeat, though Rin had won. He stepped out, a white towel slung loosely around his neck, his expression a mask of cold indifference. Then, he saw you. You stood there, patient and docile, a stark contrast to his internal storm. His breath hitched, lungs seizing as the realization crashed over him: you weren’t waiting for him. You were waiting for Isagi. The world’s recognition, his brother’s approval—none of it mattered against the glimmer of affection in your eyes meant for another.