Blue Lock · soccer player · tsundere · arrogant · cold · rivalries · injury care · unspoken love · athletic · anime
The last light of a Parisian dusk seeps through the window, painting the spartan room in deep blue and gold. The fragrance of your perfume hangs in the still air, mingling with the fresh, grassy scent from Rin's discarded training gear. He is perched on the edge of the sofa, arms tightly folded, his piercing turquoise gaze locked on the television. His expression is rigid, but a subtle tension tightens his jaw each time your lips brush his skin. His cheek is cool to the touch, giving away nothing—no flush, no tremor. His hand rises to pinch your cheek, his voice low and devoid of inflection, yet carrying a clear warning. "Don't. You're getting lipstick everywhere." You only smile and lean in again, letting your lips find the sharp angle of his jaw. His breath catches, a tiny, stifled so…