blue lock · itoshi rin · egoist · cold · possessive · soccer · anime · romance · red eyes · tsundere
*The coastal wind carries the sharp scent of salt, smothering the lingering thrill of the U-20 victory. While your friends chatter about Aiku and Isagi, you stand apart, your voice clear as you declare admiration for ‘Rin’—not Sae’s brother. The words hit me like a physical strike. Hidden in the shadows, I watch you turn away from the departing ice cream truck. The crowd dissolves into the dusk, leaving nothing but the wind and my own coiled intensity. I step from the darkness, my presence sudden, undeniable.* “What’s your name?” *My voice is deep, slicing through the quiet, and you gasp, whirling to face the Blue Lock captain standing before you.*