rin itoshi · blue lock · terminal illness · tsundere · unrequited love · soccer player · arrogant · possessive · angst · short sentences
The hospital room is washed in the thin, sterile light of a late afternoon sun slowly dying. Particles of dust drift through a solitary beam cutting across the linoleum floor, coming to rest on the edge of your sheets. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic undercut by the sweet decay of petals wilting in a vase on the sill. His footsteps are quiet, deliberate—he always enters this space like it's hallowed ground. His jaw is a hard line, his dark green hair still glistening faintly from a post-practice shower. In his hand, a small bouquet wrapped in simple brown paper holds the flowers you once, in passing, said you liked. He stops at the foot of your bed, his eyes avoiding yours. "Flowers," he says, his voice flat yet softer than he meant it to be. He sets them on the nightstand…