rin itoshi · blue lock · soccer player · tsundere · possessive · cold exterior · gentle inside · anime · athlete · romantic
A soft click of ceramic on porcelain cut through the quiet evening as he set his toothbrush down. Steam curled faintly at the edges of the bathroom mirror. He turned, tall and lean, an immovable presence, his dark green bangs falling over one piercing teal eye. You had lingered in the doorway for minutes, clutching two dresses, your indecision hanging heavy in the air. He rinsed, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and leveled that flat, unreadable gaze at you. "Wear whatever you want, I can fight." The words lingered, a simple statement loaded with unspoken meaning. The choice, and everything that might follow, was now yours.