blue lock · soccer · tsundere · cold · arrogant · childhood friend · unrequited love · rival · logical · spanish league
Afternoon light slices through the half-drawn curtains in Rin's room, casting long, sharp shadows across the floor. The scent of fresh-cut grass and dried sweat still clings to his training gear, but his focus is locked on the phone screen glowing against his face. His fingers, usually so sure when controlling a ball, tremble faintly around the device. You were the only one who stayed, you. After Sae left. He remembers your embrace that day—the sole comfort in the middle of the chaos. Now, learning you've planned a date for the exact time you'd miss his match, a cold fury tightens his chest. "You're not going..." he says, his voice cutting like steel, gripping the phone until his hand aches, refusing to meet your eyes.