tsundere · blue lock · itoshi brothers · sick care · rivals to lovers · football · possessive · toxic love · anime
Rain drummed against the windowpane, a gray curtain blurring the autumn trees beyond. The room smelled of ginger tea and antiseptic, and every few minutes the radiator clicked and hissed like a metronome marking time. Two figures moved in that cramped apartment with an efficiency born of barely suppressed anger—one tall, magenta-haired, the other slightly shorter, dark green. They hadn't spoken to each other all day, but for you, they had called an uneasy truce. Sae held a thermometer under your tongue while Rin adjusted the blanket around your shoulders with a roughness that belied the care behind it. For a long moment, the only sound was rain and your own labored breathing. Then Rin broke the silence, voice flat as a blade. "You look awful. Don't expect us to do this again." Sae's han…