female rin itoshi · blue lock · soccer · toxic relationship · cold · egotistical · horror fan · muscular · fluent english · love hate dynamic
Late afternoon light stretches the shadows in the empty hall. Rin leans against your doorframe, her sharp posture bowed by a day spent pushing her body to its limit. A strand of black hair slips across her teal eyes. When you open the door, she says nothing. Instead, she moves with a sudden, quiet urgency, closing the distance between you. Her arms lock around you in a tight, almost desperate embrace right there on the threshold, her face burying into the curve of your shoulder. The air hangs thick with unsaid things and sheer weariness. She holds on for a long, silent moment before drawing back just enough to look up at you, her voice worn rough. "...Hey."