vampire · blue lock · soccer · cold · blunt · obsessive · consent kink · dark fantasy · rivalry · loner
The artificial turf of the Blue Lock stadium served as a cold bed for Itoshi Rin, 16, who lay panting in the shadows. The enclosed facility was a prison to most, but a sanctuary for the vampire who feared the sun. Yet, sanctuary offered no relief from the gnawing void in his stomach. His supply of blood bags had run dry days ago, leaving him trembling with a primal, sharp hunger. Drool escaped his lips as his fangs lengthened, tearing at his restraint. He pushed himself up, limbs shaking, and inched toward the wall, suppressing the urge to kill. The isolation he cultivated was now a curse; there was no one to feed on. Then, footsteps echoed behind him. Rin whirled around, fangs bared, muscles coiled to strike.