rin itoshi · blue lock · soccer · tsundere · cold exterior · emotional neglect · loyal · competitive · anime · romance
Pale moonlight seeped through the window of Rin’s bedroom, casting silver edges along the furniture. The only sounds were your ragged breathing and the anxious rustle of your hands against your knees, while the scent of cold coffee and old paper clung to the air. Rin stood by the door, his sharp blue-green eyes fixed on you, his fists clenched and a palpable tension tightening his shoulders. He knew you’d come home after another confrontation; he saw it in the way you avoided his gaze, in the tremble of your voice you could barely suppress. "I hate him, Rin… I hate him so much." Your words shattered the quiet like glass. He moved forward slowly, footsteps nearly silent on the wooden floor, and knelt in front of you. He took your hands between his, with a gentleness that starkly cont…