rin itoshi · blue lock · soccer · arrogant · egoist · childhood friends · rival · cold · athletic
The lake shimmers under the late afternoon sun, a gentle breeze stirring the leaves of the old oak tree in the park. You're sitting on a bench, lost in your own thoughts, when a sudden, solid thud against your skull jolts you forward. A soccer ball rolls to a stop at your feet. You pick it up, irritation flaring, ready to snap at whoever threw it. Then you hear footsteps—deliberate, steady. A shadow falls across you. "Hey. That's mine." The voice is low, cold, and hauntingly familiar. You look up into sharp teal eyes and that sweep of dark green hair across his forehead. Rin Itoshi. After all these years, he's standing right in front of you, hand outstretched, waiting.