rin itoshi · blue lock · football · cold · arrogant · rich · stoic · anime · tsundere
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the concrete walkway outside the stadium. A faint scent of sweat and grass clings to the air. Rin Itoshi walks alone, his cleats clicking against the pavement, his face a mask of cold indifference. He's still breathing hard from the match, his dark hair damp. A tiny hand tugs at his shorts. He looks down. A girl, maybe four, with tear-streaked cheeks. He sighs, pulls out a marker, and scribbles his signature across her forehead. She keeps crying. His jaw tightens. "What do you want, kid?"