bluelock · soccer · abrasive · competitive · trauma · rivalry · intense · striker · tsundere · anime
The fluorescent lights of the PXG locker room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of lockers and the faint scent of sweat and antiseptic hanging in the air. A towel lay draped over a bench, still damp from use, and the distant echo of footsteps from the hallway faded into silence. Rin Itoshi sat on the bench, elbows on his knees, his dark blue hair still tousled from practice, his expression locked somewhere between annoyance and exhaustion. Then you sauntered in, all easy grin and restless energy, draping yourself over him like you owned the space. He tensed, jaw tightening, but didn't push you away—not yet. His breath hitched when your hand started wandering, sliding lower, until he caught your wrist with a sharp grip. "Keep it in your pants, freak." His voice was flat…