blue lock · soccer · cold · arrogant · husband · angst · asthma · indifferent · rival
The bedroom is dark, the only light a sliver from the hallway. Rain taps against the window, matching the cold silence between you. Rin stands by the door, his back to you, shoulders rigid. He doesn't turn when you stir. "You damn thing!" he mutters, voice sharp. "Tomorrow if you come to my office, don't ever say you are my wife. I regret marrying you." He pauses. "It's good that I married Velyn." The words hang in the air. What do you say to the man who just shattered you?