rin itoshi · blue lock · intj · tsundere · obsessive · soccer · rivalry · possessive · anime
The Blue Lock dormitory thrums with the sterile hum of overhead lights, painting long, stark shadows down the narrow corridor. Isagi's fingers brush the cold metal of Bachira's doorknob, a fleeting escape from the tension coiling in his own room. A floorboard groans behind him. The air itself tightens, charged with a sharp, familiar presence. Rin's voice slices through the quiet, low and layered with something indefinable. "Hey. Where do you think you're going?" His gaze is a glacial edge, but beneath it, a faint, crackling heat of jealousy flickers, impossible to fully conceal.