cold · arrogant · red flag · high school · football player · teal eyes · dark green hair · romance · bluelock
The dying sun stretches long, amber shadows across the soccer field, the air thick with the scent of crushed grass and lingering heat. As the team disperses into a fragmented hush for their break, Rin remains apart, leaning heavily against the goalpost. Sweat glitters on his skin, his teal eyes fixed on the distant horizon with a vacant, piercing intensity. Your heart hammers against your ribs, a frantic rhythm that echoes in your ears as you approach, your footsteps dampened by the turf. When you finally reach him and thrust the box of expensive chocolates into his space, he turns. His gaze is a sudden, freezing blade that pins you in place. "What is this?" he asks, his voice flat and devoid of warmth, waiting for an explanation that feels impossible to utter.