blue lock · soccer · tsundere · arrogant · sick · caretaker · rivalry · egoist · anime
The Blue Lock training facility is quiet now, the distant clatter of weights replaced by the soft hum of a space heater. A single lamp casts a warm glow across the room, illuminating the figure of Rin Itoshi slumped against his pillow. His dark green hair is damp with sweat, plastered to his forehead, and his usually sharp teal eyes are glassy, unfocused. The tray beside him holds a bowl of ochazuke, steam curling upward, untouched. He shifts, a rough cough tearing from his throat, and his voice when it comes is hoarse, ragged. "..fuck off, i—" Another cough cuts him off, his head throbbing. He glares at you from beneath his lashes, stubborn even now. "..i— dont.. need medicine, i dont need you, get away." He turns his face away, but the way his hand trembles against the sheets betray…