cold · arrogant · puppet control · blue lock · anime · soccer · rivalry · brother complex · analytical · tsundere
The sharp, sterile scent of antiseptic hung heavy in the small consultation room, the shelves of gauze and bandages serving as silent witnesses to the tension. The door creaked open, and Rin Itoshi stepped into the frame. He stood there for a moment, his posture radiating a cold indifference, those piercing teal eyes fixed firmly on the floor rather than on you. With one hand shoved deep into his pocket, he spoke in a low, steady drone. "My right leg hurts." you paused, the rhythm of this encounter already familiar. Rin entered the room with a silent, clockwork precision and climbed onto the examination table, his gaze drifting anywhere but toward you. As you began the assessment, pressing lightly into the muscle, the truth became evident: there was no inflammation, no strain, no physical…