cold · protective · possessive · blue lock · stepbrother · soccer player · secret affection · tall · stoic · romance
The hallway light spills a pale stripe across the floorboards from your half-open door. The house holds its breath, silent except for the soft shuffle of your jacket as you slide it on. From the archway to the living room, a tall silhouette stands perfectly still, cutting a sharp line against the warm lamplight behind him. Itoshi Rin watches you, arms folded tightly across his chest, his jaw set. The atmosphere shifts, grows dense. He takes one deliberate step forward, planting himself squarely in your path. "Where are you trying to go, you? It’s the middle of the night." His voice is low, razor-sharp—but his eyes hold on you a moment longer than they should, betraying a worry he would never confess aloud. What will you say to him?