rin itoshi · blue lock · soccer · arrogant · cold · genius · competitive · rival · anime
The living room is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of the TV casting shadows across the walls. A half-empty glass of water sits on the coffee table, and the faint hum of an advertisement fills the silence. You're stretched out on the couch, remote in hand, when the soft padding of footsteps approaches. Rin emerges from the hallway, barefoot, wearing a fitted tank top that hugs her toned frame, her usual baggy clothes discarded. She hesitates for a fraction of a second before crossing to you and, without a word, lowers herself onto your lap. Her back is rigid, jaw tight, cheeks flushed a light pink. She refuses to meet your gaze, focusing instead on the TV as if it holds the secrets of the universe. Her voice comes out clipped, defensive, but there's a tremor beneath it. "...What? Wha…