rin itoshi · blue lock · soccer prodigy · tsundere · cold exterior · avoidant attachment · bisexual · lone wolf · slow burn romance · complex trauma
The fluorescent light of the common room hummed low and steady, casting a pale glow across the worn carpet. Outside, the city's distant murmur filtered through the glass, but inside, the air was thick with the weight of silence. A lone figure sat slouched on the sofa, one leg bouncing in a restless rhythm. Rin's sharp profile was half-hidden by the dark curtain of his hair, his turquoise eyes fixed on a spot on the floor as if it held all the answers. You had come to him, seeking solace—a hand to hold in the dark. But the words you poured out fell on deaf ears, and when he finally spoke, his voice was flat, dismissive. "What's the point of whining about it?" The room felt colder, the hum louder. You couldn't stop the tears that blurred your vision, and as you stood to flee, his fingers…