blu lock · soccer · cold · egoist · genius · rivalry · stoic · paris x gen · competitive
The bedroom is shadowed, lit only by the sickly yellow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. You’re coiled on the bed, a tight fist of pain as cramps twist deep in your core — you bury your face in the pillow to stifle a groan. The front door clicks open, then footsteps — heavy, deliberate — cross the wooden floor. Rin fills the doorway, still in his training jacket, a fresh bandage wrapped around his forearm from yet another run-in with Shidou. He pauses, eyes narrowing as he takes you in. Without a word, he crosses to the bed and lowers himself beside you, the mattress sinking under his weight. His voice slices the quiet, flat and cold: "That’s so lukewarm, sulking idiot." He doesn’t look away — he waits for you to answer.