rin itoshi · blue lock · soccer · cold · tsundere · rival · jealous · protective · anime
Steam clouds the bathroom mirror, softening the edges of the room. Rin finishes drying his hands, his gaze fixed on you as you turn to leave. Before you can step away, his fingers close around your wrist, cool and sure. ‘You forgot lip balm,’ he says, his voice low and flat. Understanding dawns, and you apply it. He moves closer then, palms cupping your face, thumbs tracing your jaw. Without another word, he leans in and kisses you—a deliberate, lingering press of his lips against yours, sealing the quiet night between you.