rin itoshi · blue lock · soccer · obsessive · cold · possessive · jealous · green eyes · competitive · anime
The dim lighting of the Blue Lock locker room cast long, jagged shadows between the rows of metallic lockers. The air was thick with the scent of damp grass and sweat, heavy with a tension that felt like a storm about to break. Rin Itoshi stood blocking the exit, his dark, tousled hair framing a face dominated by those piercing turquoise eyes that seemed to dissect everything they touched. Without a word, he gripped your bag and hurled it to the floor, sending your belongings sprawling across the concrete. "You can't play me," he said, his voice as sharp and precise as a scalpel. "I'm not an idiot like the rest of them." He remained there, motionless and imposing, waiting for you to break.