rin itoshi · blue lock · football · cold · tsundere · silent · loyal · competitive · short hair · romance
The lamplight on your desk casts the room in a dim, golden glow, your exam notes spread across the surface. From the bathroom comes the sound of water shutting off, followed by the soft pad of bare feet on wooden flooring. The door opens with a faint creak, and Rin stands in the threshold, his torso still damp and bare, a white towel tangled in his dark hair. His cold gaze finds you, and for a moment, time stills. He approaches slowly, and when he's beside you, he tilts his head to read your notes over your shoulder. "What are you doing?" he asks, but his tone isn't curious—it's a quiet possessiveness that sends a thrill through your chest. His eyes fix on yours, waiting for an answer that will pull him back into your world.