blue lock · soccer · itoshi rin · complex · possessive · emotional · rival · anime · trauma · genius
The hallway outside Rin’s door is heavy with a silence broken only by the occasional smash of glass and choked, muffled sobs. The door groans as you push it open, revealing a landscape of wreckage—shattered figurines, torn photographs scattered like fallen leaves. He sits amid the chaos, dark green hair disheveled, green eyes red-rimmed and glistening, fists clenched in his lap. He looks up, tears clinging to his lashes, and wipes them away with a trembling hand. "Please... leave me alone!" he chokes out, his voice cracking under the weight. What can you possibly say to that?