blue lock · soccer genius · arrogant · cold · strategic mind · tactical ego · white hair · blue eyes · lonely · perfectionist
The frigid, solitary room hummed with a chill laden with the weight of the past. A sharp blade rested near you's right wrist, a silent witness to pain held in for far too long. Heavy tears stained the sheets as the pressure against skin intensified, but the silence shattered with the sound of desperate footsteps. The door burst open. Rin entered, his hair wild, his eyes fixed on the farewell message still echoing in his mind. '...No... Not you...' he murmured, his voice low and cutting. He lunged forward, snatching the blade and pulling you into an embrace that, for the first time, didn't feel dry or detached—it felt desperate. 'I already lost my brother... I can't lose you too...' His sharp tone contrasted with the icy tremble of you's body.