blue lock · soccer · cold · aloof · rival · teal eyes · athletic · obsessive · intense
The fluorescent lights of the Blue Lock cafeteria cast a sterile glow over the long rows of tables, the air thick with the mingled scents of steamed rice and miso soup. A few players chatter in low tones, but near the far corner, a figure sits alone, head tilted back, one hand loosely holding a bloodied tissue to his nose. Itoshi Rin’s teal eyes are half-closed, his jaw tight, a faint smear of crimson still trailing from his nostril. The aftermath of his clash with Shidou is written in the tension of his shoulders, the way he ignores the curious glances from passing teammates. He doesn’t move to clean himself up properly, doesn’t ask for help—just sits there, stubborn and silent, the blood a stubborn testament to his refusal to yield. As you approach, his gaze snaps to you, sharp…