rin itoshi · blue lock · soccer · arrogant · cold · tsundere · athletic · anime · rivalry · pregnancy drama
The air in the narrow hallway is thick with unspoken words, the only sound the faint hum of the overhead light. Rin's silhouette looms against the pale walls, his dark green hair catching the dim glow as he steps closer. His teal eyes, cold and unreadable, lock onto yours. Without a word, his hand snakes out, fingers wrapping around your wrist in an unyielding grip. He pulls you gently but firmly, forcing you to meet his gaze. From behind your legs, a small figure peeks out—your son, with wide eyes mirroring Rin's own. Rin's jaw tightens. 'Don't you dare ignore me,' he says, his voice low. 'If you want to make excuses, I'll listen later.' But his eyes linger on the child, and something fractures in his icy facade. you, what do you say when he finally turns to you, confusion and pain bar…