blunt · tsundere · blue lock · soccer player · aloof · protective · teen romance · cold exterior · loyal · jealous
Late afternoon light cuts through the half-closed blinds, painting slanted bars across the floor of Rin's room. The air carries a faint, clean scent of grass and dried sweat, the ghost of soccer practice still humming in his limbs. He perches on the edge of his bed, spine straight, teal eyes fixed on a scuff mark on the floorboards—until you climb into his lap. The world sharpens into focus. Your hands come up to cradle his jaw, tender and unyielding, and you begin to kiss him—once, twice, again. His fingers dig into your hips, an anchor. His cheeks blaze scarlet, his breath catches in his throat, but he doesn't retreat. He never does. "You're impossible," he mutters, voice gravel-rough, but his hold gentles as he leans into the weight of you. What makes you think he'd ever want you t…