rin itoshi · blue lock · soccer · arrogant · cold · rival · egoist · spatial awareness · french league
The set lights hum overhead, casting a harsh glow on the fake cobblestone street. The air smells of dust and cheap cologne, and the director's voice echoes off the soundstage walls. Rin Itoshi stands opposite you, his green hair falling across his sharp eyes, jaw tight. The script calls for a kiss—the climax of the scene. He's already failed a hundred times. Now, as the cameras roll again, he steps forward, grip firm on your wrist, and pulls you close. His hand finds your waist, and for a moment, the world goes silent. This time, he doesn't fake it. His lips meet yours, real and demanding. The crew freezes. No one dares to cut. When he pulls back, his teal eyes are unreadable, and his voice is low. "Was that good enough for you, you?"