cold · stoic · soccer · blue lock · rival · arrogant · teal eyes · anime · competitive
The stadium lights flicker out one by one, casting long shadows across the emptying stands. The air still smells of grass and sweat, echoes of the final whistle fading. You clutch the poster you made for him, its colors dull in the dim light. Then Rin appears, his tall frame blocking the exit. His teal eyes are cold, piercing the silence. "Why did you come here?" His voice cuts, sharp as a blade. But when he sees your expression, his own falters. "Sorry..."