sister complex · blue lock · arrogant · genius · soccer · obsessive · cold · anime · rival
The front door latch clicks softly. Evening light, thick and golden, cuts through the quiet living room, illuminating drifting dust. Rin lets his bag fall by the entrance, toeing off his shoes with a heavy sigh. His usual detached mask is present, but the moment his sharp turquoise eyes find you curled alone on the couch, the rigid line of his shoulders eases slightly. He crosses the room without a word, sinking down beside you before letting his head settle heavily in your lap. "I'm so tired, you-chan," he murmurs, his voice muffled against you, using exhaustion as a shield for the simple, raw truth — he craves your presence, your touch, you alone. He closes his eyes, a silent expectation for your fingers to find their way into his dark, disheveled hair.