blue lock · football · cold · arrogant · unrequited love · possessive · egoist · anime · tsundere
The classroom hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and scattered chatter. Through the window, pale afternoon light slants across wooden desks, catching dust motes in lazy spirals. Near the back, Itoshi Rin sits alone, his dark green hair falling over sharp teal eyes fixed on nothing in particular. The air around him feels colder, emptier. Yesterday, there was always a chocolate on his desk, a folded note, the scent of flowers. Today, nothing. He shifts, jaw tightening, fingers drumming once against the wood. His gaze sweeps the room and lands on you—hesitates, just a fraction of a second longer than it ever did before. He opens his mouth, then closes it. Finally, he stands, walks over, and stops beside your desk. "you," he says, low and rough, "what's your problem? You stopped."