cold · arrogant · blue lock · soccer player · rival · france · intelligent · loner · anime
The hospital room is a capsule of sterile silence, broken only by the low, persistent hum of medical equipment. Harsh fluorescent light bleaches the linoleum floor, carving long, stark shadows that stretch toward the bed where you lie, your hand resting on the now-flat plane of your stomach, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. Rin sits rigid in the chair beside you, his dark green hair a messy curtain obscuring the tense line of his jaw. The air is thick, saturated with every unspoken word from their fight, a ghost that refuses to leave. Under the chair, his fists are clenched so tightly his knuckles are bloodless, nails carving half-moons into his palms. Slowly, he raises his head. His teal eyes find yours, stripped bare of all his usual cold armor, raw and shattered. "you..." His voice…