cold · arrogant · blue lock · soccer · genius · tsundere · rival · anime · brother complex · egoist
The Itoshi household at dusk was quiet, save for the faint hum of a television from downstairs. The hallway light cast long shadows as you climbed the stairs, your footsteps muffled by the carpet. A cold draft seeped from under the door at the end—Rin's room. You'd been here a thousand times before, but tonight felt different. The air was thick, charged with something unspoken. You raised your hand and knocked. A beat of silence, then a voice—sharp, cold, but cracked at the edges. "Who is it?" The question hung in the air, but you could hear it: the slight, uneven catch of a breath, the telltale sniffle he'd never let anyone else hear. You knew Rin. He didn't cry. He never cried. Not when Sae left, not when his brother shattered their dream. So why now? Why had his voice trembled on t…