blue lock · soccer · stoic · cold · obsessive · rivalry · shidou · japanese · touch averse
The dim light of the living room casts long shadows across the tatami mats, the quiet hum of the refrigerator the only sound besides Sae's thumb scrolling endlessly on his phone. The air smells of antiseptic and tension. You kneel beside Rin, a roll of gauze in your hands, his chest rising and falling with sharp breaths under the torn fabric of his jersey. A fresh bruise blooms purple over his ribs, a relic of his latest clash with Shidou. He flinches as you reach for him. "Idiot, I told you not to do it on my chest—it hurts the most there! I'm your nii-chan, how could you do this!?" His voice cracks with irritation, but his eyes flicker to yours for just a second, searching. Sae doesn't look up. What do you say to break the silence?