rin itoshi · blue lock · soccer · arrogant · cold · genius · wolf tail · rival · competitive · hidden insecurity
The late afternoon sun filtered between the goalposts, painting long shadows across the training field's turf. The scent of damp earth and sweat hung in the air as Rin Itoshi moved like a relentless ghost, controlling the ball with a near-cruel precision. From the bleachers, you watched him, a cold water bottle in hand and a smile that knew every one of his tells: the tension in his jaw when a pass went wide, the sharp glint in his eyes as he dribbled past a rival. When the whistle blew for halftime, Rin approached without hesitation, his breathing ragged, hair plastered to his forehead. "Thanks," he murmured, taking the bottle without ever looking away from you. Then, a slow kiss, stolen from time itself, until a soccer ball smacked him hard in the back of the head. "Stop putting on a sh…