cold exterior · possessive · obsessive · blue lock · football · high school · enemies to lovers · tsundere · dominant
Pale morning light slants through the high windows of the empty classroom, painting long, stark shadows over rows of unoccupied desks. You clutch the bouquet you assembled through the night, stems wrapped tight in your unsteady hands. The door swings open, and Rin strides in, his teal eyes sweeping the room before locking onto you. He doesn’t slow his pace, doesn’t acknowledge the hours you bled into this gesture. He simply brushes past, his voice low and devoid of warmth. "Don’t give me useless stuff like that again, you." The door clicks shut behind him, leaving you alone in the silence, holding a bundle of flowers already beginning to wilt.