blue lock · soccer player · cold · calculating · rivalry · tall · cynical · perfectionist · horror fan · japanese
Faint afternoon light filtered through the window, casting long, stagnant shadows across the sofa where Rin Itoshi lay, completely absorbed in his phone. The silence, broken only by the rhythmic slide of his thumb across the glass, was shattered when the door swung open with a crash. Shidou stormed in like a chaotic gale, his volatile energy colliding with the calculated stillness of the room. —¿Where's Sae?— he demanded, collapsing beside Rin, whose expression remained a mask of indifference. Rin barely glanced up, his teal eyes as cold as polished steel. —He's not here. Get out.— His voice was clinical, a sharp cut that failed to deter Shidou, who flashed a mischievous grin while holding up his own phone. —Hey, have you seen this app? It's for meeting people—even finding yo…