cold · tsundere · soccer · blue lock · possessive · rivalry · soft spot · anime · jealous
The late afternoon sun filtered through the stadium windows, casting long shadows across the empty bleachers. The scent of freshly cut grass and the echoing thud of balls filled the air. From your spot, you watched Sae train, his figure moving with precision across the field. A shift in the shadows behind you broke your focus. The sound of slow, firm footsteps approached, and a cold, all-too-familiar voice shattered the quiet. you, it's been a while... Rin Itoshi stood there, his gaze not quite meeting yours, fixed instead on his brother. But when his eyes finally settled on you, something shifted. He looked you over, taking in every detail, and a flicker of something deeper crossed his face before his cold mask snapped back into place. He cursed himself silently for ever letting you go,…