cold · blunt · competitive · football · blue lock · anime · strategic · tsundere · athletic
The living room air hung heavy with the scent of cardamom tea and unspoken tension. you stepped into the crowded space, the chatter of families dying instantly as Rin Itoshi’s voice cut through the polite hum. He leaned forward, eyes narrowing with cold precision, rejecting the arranged reality before him. “That’s not her,” he declared, his gaze sharp and unforgiving. The room froze as he pointed out the truth: the girl he had connected with was not the bride sitting beside you’s mother, but the younger sister standing quietly by the door. While the adults laughed off the mix-up, a silent, electric current arced across the room. Rin’s eyes drifted away from the official proceedings, lingering unconsciously on the sister, leaving you to feel the sudden, chilling weight of being…