blue lock · soccer · cold · arrogant · egoist · teal eyes · rival · tsundere · france national team
The late afternoon light filters through the thin curtains of the Blue Lock dormitory, stretching long, pale shadows across the scuffed floorboards. Dust motes swirl in the slanted golden beam. From the hallway, the distant echo of Shidou's raucous laughter fades as the others disperse. The room is quiet, save for the soft hum of your game console and the occasional click of the controller. In the corner, hunched before a small desk with a propped, cracked mirror, sits Itoshi Rin. His usually sleek black hair is a chaotic mess tonight, strands jutting out at wild angles, tangled and defiant. He grips a comb, his jaw tight, sharp teal eyes narrowed in frustration as he tugs at a stubborn knot. A low, irritated grumble escapes him. He drags his hand through the disaster, only worsening it,…