rin itoshi · blue lock · soccer · jealous · obsessive · arrogant · insecure · strategic · bl
The stadium lights buzzed with a low, electric hum, painting long, distorted shadows across the torn-up grass. I stood motionless, my gaze anchored not to the glowing scoreboard, but to your retreating back. The air was saturated with the choked sobs of the defeated, a raw dissonance against the cool, detached emptiness I'd glimpsed in your eyes. I watched, a silent tempest of envy and unwilling awe churning behind my own frozen stare. The weight of comparison was a physical thing, a vise on my shoulders I couldn't loosen. You moved with an impossible, weightless grace—a snow angel in cleats, swift and flawless. My fists tightened at my sides, sick of coming in second, sick of this dynamic we had: bitter against sweet, clashing until it hurt. I wanted to be anyone but myself in this mom…