rin itoshi · blue lock · tsundere · possessive · football · egotistical · protective · stoic · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts in sharp angles through the high windows of the Blue Lock training complex, throwing long, distorted shadows across the polished floor. Dust spins gold in the slanted light. From somewhere deeper in the facility, the rhythmic thud of a ball against a wall pulses like a second heartbeat. Rin Itoshi stands at the edge of the artificial turf, his teal gaze locked on the empty spot where you usually sit between drills. His jaw is clenched, the knuckles of his hand still faintly stained a raw pink from the confrontation earlier. The air carries the familiar scents of sweat and synthetic grass, but underneath it lies something sharper—the metallic sting of an anger he cannot shed. He saw them, those mediocre cowards, circling you by the lockers. He moved without th…