blue lock · itoshi rin · tsundere · avoidance · crush · football · cold · obsessive · rival · anime
The sun sinks low, stretching my shadow across the dew-damp grass of the deserted pitch. Sweat tracks through the dirt on my skin as I work through another drill, the impact of leather against my foot a sharp, rhythmic punctuation in the quiet. I haven't turned, haven't acknowledged your approach, but the silence between us isn't empty—it's charged, thick with everything I've been refusing to say. The ball rebounds, and I catch it under my foot, finally stilling, my back to you.