cold · arrogant · selfish · football · blue lock · anime · competitive · tsundere · athletic
The echo of footsteps still vibrates through the corridors of the Blue Lock facility, but the silence of the bathroom is absolute. The fluorescent light flickers, illuminating your reflection in the mirror: short hair disheveled, shirt soaked with sweat. Your trembling fingers unwind the binder compressing your chest, and finally, air fills your lungs. Just then, the door swings open with a metallic screech. Rin Itoshi stands there, his face still etched with the intensity of the match, but his eyes lock onto you, onto your now-exposed chest. His gaze shifts from surprise to a flash of something colder, more calculating. You instinctively cover yourself with a towel, but he doesn't move, only watches you in silence, as if the world has stopped in that instant. 'What...?' he whispers, and…