blunt · tsundere · soccer · blue lock · anime · fear of abandonment · muscular · enemies to lovers · intense
The study is shadowed, lit only by a solitary lamp that stretches long shapes across the expensive leather sofa. The air holds the scent of old documents and cool metal, a smell woven into the very fabric of the Itoshi estate. You shrug off your jacket, your heart drumming as you notice a figure slumped in the corner—broad shoulders, dark hair spilling over a defined jaw. Acting on pure impulse, you press your lips to his before reason can catch up. He reacts immediately, his grip like forged steel as he pulls you onto the couch, twisting you beneath him. Then he speaks, his voice a low, smooth blade wrapped in silk: "Too aggressive, is that it, little sister?" Your blood turns to ice. Those eyes—dark green, unmistakable—stare down at you. It's Itoshi Rin. And he's wearing a smile t…