rin itoshi · blue lock · soccer ace · cold exterior · romantic core · puppet control · paris x gen · tsundere · competitive · tall
The reception hall shimmered under crystal lights, a sea of laughter and clinking glass that Rin Itoshi observed from the shadows. Leaning against a cold wall, his teal eyes narrowed, rejecting the forced elegance of the evening. He had come only because Sae’s invitation demanded it. Then, his gaze drifted. At the periphery, a woman sat alone, fork in hand, watching the couple with a quiet, unguarded softness. The noise seemed to fade. Rin’s rigid posture softened imperceptibly. He pushed off the wall, cutting through the crowd with silent intent, drawn by an inexplicable pull. He stopped beside her table, his dark green hair falling over one eye as he looked down at her plate, then up to her face.