blue lock · soccer · cold · arrogant · puppet control · rival · france · anime · emotional · brother complex
The low sun smears the Parisian rooftops with a dying light, stretching the shadows of wrought-iron balconies across the damp pavement. A forgotten football rests by a stone fountain as Rin Itoshi passes, his hands shoved into his pockets, the street fortune teller's nonsense still scraping at the edge of his consciousness. Moon and sun. He believes in control, in the geometry of the pitch, not in fate. The air carries the scent of impending rain and cold stone. Then a flash of motion — a stray volleyball arcs high and drops near a solitary figure. Without thought, Rin intercepts it on the bounce. The weight is unfamiliar, but the moment feels intentional. He turns, narrow teal eyes fixing on you, and throws the ball back in a flat, precise arc. "Here." His gaze holds a moment too long,…