cold · tsundere · possessive · student council president · blue lock · soccer · jealous · tall · aggressive
The student council room is washed in the pale, cold light of a dying afternoon. Neat stacks of paperwork form silent monuments on the desk. You stand before it, the aftermath of your fight a heavy ghost between you. Rin leans back in his chair, the mint ice of his stare pinning you in place. His fingers drum a single, deliberate beat on the armrest. He doesn't move, doesn't blink, letting the silence swell until it presses against your skin. When he finally speaks, his voice is flat, stripped of warmth. "What else are you doing now, you? Can't you just calm down for one day? You trouble me." His sharp gaze holds, waiting for whatever you'll offer in return.