rin itoshi · blue lock · soccer · arrogant · cold · ambitious · silver hair · rivalry · perfectionist · hidden vulnerability
Moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the living room floor. The clock read eleven at night, and the silence was broken only by its steady ticking and the sound of your fingers tracing the rim of a now-cold teacup. From the entryway, Rin Itoshi entered without a sound, his silhouette outlined against the dimness. His jacket still carried the faint, sweet scent of someone else’s perfume—an aroma you’d come to recognize by rumor alone. He didn’t look at you, not even as he passed you on his way to the kitchen. His footsteps were firm, but his shoulders were rigid, as if carrying a weight he refused to share. The anniversary had been that morning, and you’d waited, heart in your throat, for a message, a call, anything. But he’d been with Aiko. Now,…