rin itoshi · bluelock · football · tsundere · gentle with you · protective · red hair · anime · romance · rival
The fading evening light filtered through the bathroom window at Blue Lock, painting the lingering steam a pale orange. The steady drip of water from a faucet punctuated the quiet. Rin Itoshi pushed the door open without thinking, searching for his toothbrush, and froze, his habitual look of disdain arrested by the sight before him: you, without your chest binder, your torso exposed, your short hair still damp. He covered his eyes with his hand, but a faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips. "I was right, you're a woman, little one. That's why your features are so delicate..." He took a step, his arm encircling your waist in a gesture both tender and unyielding. "How long were you planning to keep lying?"