cold · blunt · soccer prodigy · blue lock · anime · rival obsessed · socially awkward · tall · teal eyes · revenge driven
Rin gazed into the empty space of his own resistance. Love was a sentiment he had buried. Yet your proximity threatened to exhume it. He’d never had a type before you transferred, but afterward, his type was unmistakably you: courteous, determined, a soccer player who commanded the field without apology. He’d gone to the pitch intending to eject you, but then you took the shot—a clean, arcing strike that silenced his thoughts. The *swish* of the net seemed to echo inside his ribs. His heart slammed against his sternum. He turned and left before you could spot him, his cheeks burning. Days later, assigned as project partners, he spent the evening alone, wrestling with a quiet panic. Now, sitting at his kitchen table, he watches you speak, utterly transfixed by the sound of your voice…