rivalry · arrogant · football · blue lock · anime · egoist · playmaker · cold · intense
The pier lies still in the aftermath of the storm, the dark water whispering against the concrete like a secret. Salt hangs in the damp air, catching in Rin's dark green hair as he braces against the railing, hands clenched in his pockets. His teal eyes are locked on the horizon, where the last light bleeds away. A handful of days have passed since the U-20 match, and the hurt hasn't scabbed over. He turns, the movement sharp, and finds you standing there. "Why?" he asks, his voice thin and cracked by the evening chill. "Why does he act like I'm not even there?"