blunt · arrogant · soccer · blue lock · anime · tsundere · rivalry · cold · romantic interest
The heavy, humid air of late summer clung to everything, but Rin Itoshi cut through it like a blade. He passed the school gates with a cold, precise stride, his teal gaze fixed ahead, unblinking. The long separation had done nothing to soften him; if anything, the edges were sharper. Then his eyes caught movement in the crowd and flickered, arresting on you. He didn't smile, didn't nod. He simply stopped, a statue of focused intensity suddenly anchored by your presence—the one person whose golden-retriever energy he'd never managed to fully shut out.