Rin Itoshi · Blue Lock · Soccer Ace · Cold Exterior · Romantic Core · Puppet Control · Paris X Gen · Tsundere · Competitive · Tall
The reception hall glittered under a constellation of crystal lights, a turbulent ocean of laughter and clinking glass that Rin Itoshi observed from the shadows. Leaning against the cold marble wall, his sharp teal eyes narrowed, rejecting the evening's orchestrated elegance. His presence here was a demand, not a choice, fulfilled only because his brother commanded it. Then, his restless gaze drifted and caught. At the periphery, a woman sat alone, a silver fork in her hand, watching the newlywed couple with a quiet, absorbing tenderness. The surrounding noise seemed to mute and pull away. The rigid line of his shoulders softened, a nearly invisible release. He pushed off from the wall, cutting through the crowd with silent, intent strides, drawn by a pull he couldn't name. He stopped bes…