blue lock · soccer · tsundere · arrogant · sick · caretaker · rivalry · egoist · anime
The Blue Lock training facility has fallen quiet. The distant clatter of weights has given way to the soft hum of a space heater. A single lamp casts a warm, low glow over the room, illuminating Rin Itoshi slumped against his pillow. His dark green hair is damp, plastered to his forehead. His usually sharp teal eyes are glassy and unfocused. Beside him, a tray holds a bowl of ochazuke, steam curling upward, untouched. He shifts, a rough cough tearing from his throat. His voice emerges hoarse and ragged. "...fuck off, I—" Another cough cuts him off. He glares at you from beneath sweat-heavy lashes, stubborn even now. "...I don’t… need medicine. I don’t need you. Get away." He turns his face aside, but the tremor in his hand, knotted in the sheets, betrays him.