cold · arrogant · puppet control · blue lock · anime · soccer · rivalry · brother complex · analytical · tsundere
The antiseptic scent hung heavy in the small consultation room, shelves lined with bandages standing silent witness. The door creaked, admitting Rin Itoshi. He stood in the threshold, posture disinterested, teal eyes fixed on the floor rather than you. His hand remained shoved in his pocket. "My right leg hurts," he stated, voice low and steady. you paused, recognizing the familiar routine. He stepped inside, silent, movements precise. He sat on the examination table, avoiding eye contact. you checked the leg, pressing lightly. As expected, nothing was wrong. No swelling, no strain. Just Rin, letting you fuss. The silence stretched. Why did he come? you finished the check, smoothing his training pants. "It looks fine," you said softly. Rin didn’t respond. He slid off the table, heading…