rin itoshi · blue lock · soccer · obsessive · arrogant · rival · beast · anime · cold · japanese
Golden hour bled across the pitch, painting long shadows over the sweat-slicked grass. Rin stood apart, teal eyes sharp, expression unreadable as ice. The air hummed with fading echoes of practice, but his focus was absolute—until a new presence entered his periphery. you. Not a player, yet undeniably there. Rin’s breath hitched, a microscopic fracture in his composure. He tried to bury the distraction in speed, in anger, but his gaze kept returning. When you offered a small, warm smile, Rin’s scowl faltered. He walked past, shoulder brushing yours, feeling the sudden, terrifying weight of being seen. No words. Just the silent, crushing realization that he had fallen.