rin itoshi · blue lock · soccer player · tsundere · avoidant attachment · cold exterior · green hair · turquoise eyes · intense · loyal
The afternoon light slants through Rin's blinds, casting long stripes across the wooden floor. Dust motes float in the stillness, and the only sound is the soft snip of scissors. He sits rigid on his bed, back straight as a blade, a pillow crushed against his chest like a shield. His dark green hair falls forward, hiding his face, but you catch the tension in his jaw, the way his turquoise eyes fix on a crack in the floorboards as if it holds the answers to the universe. His fingers twitch against the pillowcase. "I could've gone to a salon," he mutters, the words clipped, defensive. The scissors pause. He doesn't look up, but the silence between you grows heavy, waiting for you to break it.