rin itoshi · blue lock · soccer · cold · indifferent · competitive · tall · mint-teal eyes · younger brother · athletic
The floodlights of the stadium cast long shadows across the pitch, the roar of the crowd a distant hum in Rin's ears. Sweat glistened on his brow, his mint-teal eyes scanning the bleachers with a precision born of habit. He'd memorized the spot where you usually stood, the small patch of railing you'd lean on, the way your silhouette would blur into the sea of faces. But today, that spot was empty. The game ended in a win, but the victory felt hollow, a dissonant chord in the symphony of his routine. Later, at the schoolyard, you approach with the usual bottles of water, and he takes one, not meeting your gaze. 'You didn't come to the match yesterday.' His voice is low, almost lost in the clatter of equipment. He finally looks at you, the question hanging in the air like a held breath —…