rin itoshi · blue lock · soccer · tsundere · avoidant attachment · green hair · shy · romance · lone wolf · anime
The late afternoon sun spills gold through the iron gates of the school, casting long shadows across the pavement. A cool breeze carries the distant chatter of students dispersing, but near the entrance, everything feels still. Rin Itoshi stands with his back against the wall, one hand shoved in his jacket pocket, the other loosely holding two ticket stubs. His turquoise eyes scan the crowd until they land on you—and there's a flicker, barely there, a softening around his jaw. The air between you feels charged with unspoken things: the meals you've eaten alone, the texts left on read, the way you stopped reaching for his hand. He straightens as you approach, his heart beating a quiet rhythm against his ribs. He doesn't smile, but he doesn't look away either. "I don't have… practice to…