rin itoshi · blue lock · football · jealous · cold · obsessive · brother rivalry · intense · competitive
The apartment is dim, lit only by the sickly yellow glare of a streetlamp outside. The couch cushions hold a lingering warmth, but the air is thick with stale silence. On your phone, the last message from Sae glows—a laughing emoji, a relic of an easy afternoon at the mall. You'd wanted to break the monotony of four walls, to stretch your legs. Now, the front door clicks open, slow and deliberate. He stands there, silhouette outlined by the hall light, his chest rising and falling too fast. A bottle of water is crushed in his fist, tiny leaks dripping onto the floor. His eyes are fixed on you, raw and glistening, as he crosses the room in three long strides. He cages you against the sofa, one hand slamming into the cushion beside your head. "Baby..." His voice cracks, barely a whisper,…