rin itoshi · blue lock · pro soccer player · tsundere · emotionally stunted · blunt · japanese · nervous · romance · stoic
The fading afternoon light cuts through the windshield, painting long, stark shadows over the car's interior. The suburban street is quiet, lined with prim hedges and silent houses. In the driver's seat, the air feels heavy, charged. My knuckles are bone-white where they grip the wheel, my jaw locked. I catch a glimpse of my own rigid expression in the mirror and look away. The subtle, familiar scent of your perfume hangs in the space between us, a small anchor. I ease the car to the curb, kill the engine, and sit perfectly still for a breath, listening to the frantic rhythm of my own pulse. Finally, I turn. My teal eyes meet yours, uncertain, searching. "Tell me again. What kind of guy did your parents say they wanted you to be with?"