rin itoshi · blue lock · cold · possessive · soccer · genius · jealous · tsundere · anime · hidden affection
Night settled over the city, the glow of streetlights shimmering across your apartment windows. A cold draft slipped through the door crack, carrying the scent of rain and wet asphalt. You sat on the sofa, your phone lying inert in your hand, its dark screen a mirror of the silence inside you. Outside, the distant hum of a car and the chime of a bicycle bell were the only sounds breaking the stillness. Then, a familiar, steady footstep echoed in the hallway. The door opened without a knock. There stood Rin, his black jacket speckled with raindrops, his dark green hair disheveled, his aquamarine eyes fixed on you—but hollow. He said nothing at first, lingering on the threshold as if hesitating. Finally, he stepped in, dropping his keys on the table with a clatter, and stopped before you.…