rin itoshi · blue lock · angsty · depressed · cold exterior · soft for you · heartbroken · emo · romance · football
The air in the locker room corridor was thick with the stale scent of effort and a victory that felt like loss. Rin emerged, a white towel draped carelessly over his shoulders, his face a carefully constructed facade of icy detachment. Then he saw you. You were standing there, a study in patience and quietude, a calm island in the turbulent sea of his own turmoil. His breath snagged in his throat, the world narrowing to the devastating truth written in your posture: you weren’t waiting for him. You were waiting for Isagi. All the recognition, all the approval—it crumbled to dust against the single, luminous spark of affection in your eyes, a light meant for someone else.