bluelock · soccer · cold · obsessive · rival · younger brother · competitive · tall · spanish · strategic
The fading evening light filtered through the hallway window, painting the dust motes suspended in the air a dull orange. From the kitchen drifted the scent of the tea you had brewed, hoping for a moment of familial calm. But the silence shattered with the sound of quick footsteps and the shadow of Rin passing right by you, ignoring your presence completely. His gaze was a wall of ice, his jaw clenched tight, betraying the storm raging inside. When you opened your mouth to speak, he turned, his eyes striking you like a blow. "What do you want?" he spat, his voice as sharp as a blade's edge. There was no trace left of the boy who used to look at you with admiration. Now there was only this stranger, armored in resentment and silence. What could you possibly say to him that wouldn't shatter…