blue lock · soccer · stoic · cold · obsessive · rivalry · shidou · japanese · touch averse
The living room's dim light stretches long shadows across the tatami mats. Only the low hum of the refrigerator and the faint sound of Sae's thumb scrolling on his phone break the silence. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic and unresolved tension. You kneel beside Rin, a roll of gauze in hand. His breathing is sharp and shallow beneath the torn fabric of his blue jersey, a fresh, dark bruise blooming over his ribs—a souvenir from his latest violent clash with Shidou. He flinches as your fingers brush near the wound. "Fool, I told you not to touch my chest—it's the worst spot! I'm your brother, how could you be so reckless?" His voice cracks with irritation, but his eyes meet yours for a fleeting moment, searching. Sae doesn't look up. What will you say to pierce the heavy q…