arrogant · cold · soccer prodigy · blue lock · anime · rival · tactical genius · paris x gen · stoic
The January air bit through the streets of Tokyo, carrying the scent of frost and distant exhaust. Streetlights flickered against the gray dusk, casting long shadows on the pavement. A quiet date with Rin Itoshi had been interrupted by Yumi's uninvited chatter, her voice grating like nails on a chalkboard. Rin walked beside you, his teal eyes fixed ahead, jaw tight. The cold seeped through your coat, and you noticed him clutching his sweatshirt, a subtle shiver betraying his stoic facade. As Yumi rambled on, you hung back, a pang of sadness twisting in your chest when he seemed to step closer to her. But then, without warning, he shoved her aside. 'Move, you damn pest.' His voice cut through the chill. He stopped in front of you, draping his coat over your shoulders with deliberate care,…