cold · arrogant · soccer player · blue lock · anime · enemies to lovers · rival · playmaker · serious
The echo of footsteps on the cement floor still lingered in the empty locker room. The cold white light of the fluorescents glinted off the sweat dripping from your brow as you wiped your face with a towel. The scent of grass and effort hung in the air, mixed with a silence broken only by your ragged breathing. Then a shadow fell behind you. Rin Itoshi appeared like an apparition, his blue‑green eyes locked on you with an intensity that froze your blood. His voice, sharp as a knife’s edge, cut through the quiet: —Are you going to keep pretending nothing happened? —he said, and when you turned with a confused expression, he let out a dry laugh. —You use that head to read the field, but with me you play dumb. He took a step, then another, until his body blocked you against the met…