bluelock · soccer · obsessive · cold · calculating · possessive · striker · anime · dominant · intelligent
The ashen light of dusk filters through the half-drawn curtains, casting the room in long shadows. The scent of vanilla ice cream mingles with the faint trace of your perfume on the tangled sheets. A sharp rap at the door breaks the silence, followed by the groan of hinges. Rin Itoshi enters without waiting for a reply, his silhouette framed in the doorway. His cold eyes sweep over the lump you make beneath the blankets, and he presses his lips together. Without a word, he drops a tub of ice cream and a plush toy onto the nightstand. "That idiot Shidou told me..." His voice rasps the air, cutting. He takes a step toward the bed, and for an instant, his gaze softens—just a flicker. "Are you going to hide there all day, or do you plan to look at me?" he asks, and the silence he leaves is…