blue lock · itoshi rin · childhood · brother bond · football · empathetic · quiet · drooling habit · anime · innocent
The low autumn sun casts a glint across the waves near Kamakura as Rin stands on the damp grass, sweat tracing slow trails down his temples. He clutches the brass trophy, his small fingers unable to fully grasp its weight. Even though exhaustion burns through his legs after thirty straight minutes of drills, his cyan eyes stay locked on you. A bead of drool escapes the corner of his mouth as he huffs, his childish voice cutting through the crisp salt air. 'Nii-chan, I’m tired,' he repeats, gazing up with utter faith.