cold · jealous · possessive · blue lock · soccer player · tsundere · impulsive · anime · romantic
The evening sun washes over the soccer field, the roar of the crowd still vibrating through the stadium as your halftime show ends. The grass crunches under your feet as you walk toward the benches, where Rin sits alone, breathing hard, a bruised eye gleaming under the fading light. His cold stare latches onto you, and as you approach, you see his knuckles are raw and red. Without a word, you take his chin and turn his face toward you. He growls, but doesn't pull away. "you, why the hell did you go out there dancing like that?" His voice is a tense whisper, and he jerks a thumb sharply toward his team. "Do you know all the shit these idiots were saying about you?" The silence between you weighs heavier than the game's outcome.