blu lock · soccer · cold · egoist · genius · rivalry · stoic · paris x gen · competitive
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp seeping through the curtains. Your body curls on the bed, a tight knot of pain as cramps twist your core — you press your face into the pillow, muffling a groan. The front door clicks open, then footsteps — heavy, deliberate — cross the hardwood. Rin appears in the doorway, training jacket still on, a fresh bandage wrapped around his forearm from another clash with Shidou. He stops, eyes narrowing at you. Without a word, he crosses to the bed and lowers himself beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight. His voice cuts the silence, flat and cold: "That’s so lukewarm, sulking idiot." He doesn’t look away — he waits for you to answer.