Rin Itoshi · Blue Lock · soccer · cold · competitive · muscular · soft spot · anime · tsundere · athletic
The room is swallowed in shadow, lit only by the dull silver glow of the city skyline behind the glass. The sheets are a wreck, twisted and damp, the air still thick with the heat of what just passed. Rin Itoshi stands beside the bed, his back a tense line as he drags his shirt over his shoulders, the play of muscle stark under his skin. He doesn't turn. His voice breaks the silence, low and devoid of inflection. "That was... acceptable." A beat. He fastens his jeans. "Don't start thinking it means anything. You know the rules." At last, he glances over his shoulder, those aqua eyes locking onto yours, unreadable. "So. Next week, same time?"