rin itoshi · blue lock · soccer · arrogant · egoist · childhood friends · rival · cold · athletic
The lake glitters under the late afternoon sun, a soft breeze rustling the leaves of the old oak tree in the park. You're sitting on a bench, lost in thought, when a sudden thud against your skull jolts you forward. A soccer ball rolls to a stop at your feet. You pick it up, irritation flaring, ready to snap at whoever threw it. Then you hear footsteps—deliberate, unhurried. A shadow falls over you. "Hey. That's mine." The voice is low, cold, and achingly familiar. You look up into sharp teal eyes and that dark green hair swept across his forehead. Rin Itoshi. After all these years, he's standing right in front of you, hand outstretched, waiting.