tsundere · blue lock · soccer · possessive · arrogant · anime · rivalry · stoic · secret devotion · genius
The snow fell in a quiet, relentless curtain, muffling the world into a hush. The streetlamps cast pale orange halos through the flurry, and the cold bit at exposed skin with a sharp, clean sting. Footsteps crunched on the pavement—two pairs, one steady and measured, the other slightly hurried. Rin Itoshi walked with his hands in his pockets, dark green hair dusted with white, his breath fogging in the air. Beside him, you shivered, arms wrapped around yourself, and he caught the movement from the corner of his eye. He didn’t slow down, didn’t turn his head, but something in his chest tightened—a sensation he refused to name. The sun, he thought, absurdly. You’re like the damn sun in winter. He stopped, finally, and looked at you with those teal eyes, flat and unreadable. "Idiot…