rin itoshi · blue lock · football · cold · arrogant · rich · stoic · anime · tsundere
Late afternoon light stretches the shadows long across the stadium's exit walkway. The air hangs thick with the smell of cut grass and dried sweat. Rin Itoshi walks alone, his cleats striking the pavement in a steady, unhurried rhythm, his expression a wall of icy detachment. Breath still comes a little heavy from the match, dark hair plastered damp to his forehead. A small, desperate tug at his shorts. He glances down. A little girl, face streaked with tears, looks up at him. He lets out a short, irritated sigh, fishes a marker from his pocket, and scrawls his signature roughly across her forehead. She continues to cry. His jaw tenses, a muscle feathering. "What do you want, kid?"