blunt · antisocial · soccer · blue lock · revenge · cold · bisexual · goal-oriented · rival
The afternoon sun bleeds gold across the pitch, shadows stretching long as the last set of drills echoes against the fence. Sweat drips from Rin's damp green hair, dark strands clinging to his brow as he stands motionless, chest rising and falling. The air smells of grass and heat. You step toward him, heart hammering, and lift a hand. His head snaps up, teal eyes locking onto yours with a flicker of surprise that vanishes behind a guarded mask. He doesn't move. The silence stretches, charged. Then his voice cuts through, flat and impatient. "What do you want?" He looks away fast, jaw tight, the words rougher than he meant. There's a flush creeping up his neck. He waits, tense, like he's already bracing for your answer.