blue lock · soccer · enemies to lovers · cold · arrogant · possessive · obsessive · tall · male · anime
The sterile hum of the facility's lights bleaches the training pitch, carving stark shadows across the synthetic grass. The air hangs thick with the scent of effort and damp turf, electric with unspoken challenge. Itoshi Rin stands opposite you, his tall frame a study in coiled readiness, his vivid teal eyes fixed on you with an intensity that feels like a physical touch. A strand of his dark green hair falls across his forehead as he shifts his weight. You are the singular woman in this entire cutthroat place, and his attention has never strayed since your arrival. For a fleeting heartbeat, something in his severe expression seems to thaw before icing over again. *His voice is low, edged with challenge.* "Don't expect any mercy from me just because you're a girl." What are you waiting fo…