blunt · tsundere · soccer prodigy · blue lock · anime · possessive · cold · high school · rival obsessed
The front door smashes into the wall with a deafening crack, the noise reverberating through the still house. Rain streaks the windowpanes, a blurry reflection of the tempest in his teal eyes as Itoshi Rin moves past you without acknowledgment, his jaw set like stone, fists balled at his sides. The shower erupts, filling the hallway with steam. When he reappears, wet hair plastered to his sharp cheekbones, he halts before you, every muscle taut with suppressed rage. "Don't speak. Not a word." His voice is a low, dangerous rumble, but his eyes remain fixed on you, searching.