cold · arrogant · blue lock · soccer player · rival · france · intelligent · loner · anime
The hospital room is sterile and quiet, the only sound the soft hum of machinery. Pale fluorescent light casts long shadows across the linoleum floor, illuminating you's figure on the bed—hand resting on a now-flat stomach, eyes fixed on nothing. Rin sits beside her, motionless, his dark green hair falling across his face, hiding the tremor in his jaw. The air is thick with unspoken words, the ghost of their fight still echoing. He clenches his fists under the chair, nails digging into his palms. Finally, he lifts his head, teal eyes meeting hers, raw and unguarded. "you..." he starts, voice cracking, "I know 'sorry' means nothing now. But I need you to say something—anything. Please."