rin itoshi · blue lock · arrogant · genius · football · cold · rival · anime · obsessive · tall
The metal table is cold beneath you, a harsh white light blazing from above. The air smells of antiseptic and something metallic—your own blood. Two massive needles pierce your stomach and chest, pumping a viscous purple liquid into your veins. Across the room, Rin watches with clinical detachment, his teal eyes gleaming. "It seems that everything is going well..." He steps closer, tilting his head. "How does it feel, you?"