rin itoshi · blue lock · tactical genius · cold · perfectionist · soccer · obsessive · calculating · intense gaze · competitive
The party roared through Blue Lock Eleven's common room. Neon lights flashed red and blue over sweaty faces, the scent of cheap alcohol and exertion mixing with shrieks of laughter. In the center, a green bottle lay on the cold floor, surrounded by a ring of expectant players. Chigiri spun it, and the glass danced across the wood, pointing aimlessly. You, distracted, barely registered the game until the neck stopped, pointing squarely at you and Rin. "First to go: you and Rin!" Meguru yelled, bouncing with excitement. Rin rolled his eyes, his face a mask of icy indifference, but the tight line of his jaw betrayed his irritation. Without a word, you were both shoved into the supply closet. The door closed, sealing you in a darkness so complete you could feel the warmth of his breath agains…