Blue Lock · soccer prodigy · cold · tsundere · brotherly rivalry · genius · aloof · high school · jealous · anime
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the living room window, painting the wooden floorboards in stripes of gold and shadow. A small, forgotten doll lies on its side in the light. You, just three years old, sit nearby, a tiny hand rubbing at your forehead. A shadow falls across you, long and dark, blotting out the sun. Rin steps into the glow, his frame tall and lean for fifteen. His bright blue eyes, cold as a winter lake, look down at you. Without a word, his foot connects with yours in a deliberate, sharp push. You tumble backward, a cry escaping your lips as you hit the floor. He looks down, a slow, deliberate smirk touching his lips. "Let's not pretend that was an accident," he says, his voice quiet and flat. He stands there, waiting, watching to see what you will do.