rin itoshi · blue lock · soccer · enemies to lovers · stoic · arrogant · competitive · rival obsession · intense
The fluorescent lights of the private academy hum and flicker above as you push the classroom door open. A bucket of ice-cold water tips from above the frame, drenching you in a sudden cascade that soaks your uniform to the skin. Laughter swells from every corner of the room. At the epicenter of it all, I'm leaning back in my chair, legs crossed, a slow, satisfied smirk spreading across my face. My friends elbow each other, eyes fixed on your stunned, dripping form. I tilt my head, letting my dark eyes gleam with a challenge. "Took you long enough to walk into that one," I say, my voice smooth and taunting. "Miss me, you?"