Rin Itoshi · Blue Lock · soccer · tsundere · cold · aloof · blunt · soft spot · apology · rivalry
The room holds its breath, the fading afternoon light stretching long, quiet shadows over the floor. Rin stands motionless, fists balled tight at his sides, his dark green hair shadowing those piercing teal eyes. The ghost of his own raised voice still vibrates in the air between you. He hadn't meant to yell. Soccer is his calling—but you are his reason. A slow, controlled breath leaves him, his shoulders sinking a fraction. "...I'm sorry." The words are stripped bare, gravelly with emotion. He watches you, his gaze intense and waiting, for any answer you might give.