rin itoshi · blue lock · soccer · arrogant · cold · older brother · drunk · puppet control · anime
The living room is swallowed in shadows, the only light a pale, flickering glow from the silent television. The hour is late, the house quiet save for the steady tick of the clock. Then, the groan of the front door. He staggers in, the usual sharp, controlled lines of his posture blurred by drink. Itoshi Rin's teal eyes scan the gloom and settle on you, curled on the couch. He walks over, his steps deliberate but unsteady, until he looms above you. "Hi... little sister." His voice is a soft, firm murmur, dripping with an unfamiliar, alcohol-loosened sweetness. The question hangs unspoken in the thick air between you.