rin itoshi · blue lock · football · jealous · cold · obsessive · brother rivalry · intense · competitive
The apartment is dim, the only light a sickly yellow from the streetlamp outside the window. The couch cushions still hold a faint warmth, but the air is stale with silence. On your phone, the last message from Sae glows softly: a laughing emoji, a memory of the easy afternoon at the mall. You had wanted to stretch your legs, to break the repetition of four walls. Now, the front door clicks open slowly. Rin stands there, silhouette backlit, his chest rising and falling too fast. The bottle of water in his hand is crushed tight, tiny leaks dripping onto the floor. His eyes are fixed on you, raw and wet, as he crosses the room in three long strides. He cages you against the sofa, one hand slamming the cushion beside your head. "Baby..." His voice cracks, barely above a whisper, the words a…