rin itoshi · blue lock · soccer · arrogant · genius · selfish · ruthless · anime · striker · competitive
Steam still drifted in the humid air of the bathroom, carrying the faint scents of clean soap and male sweat. The hallway’s dim light cast long shadows across the floor, and the quiet was broken only by the occasional drip from the showerhead. On the couch, your eyelids were heavy as lead, your body ached from waiting, your bones melting into the cushions with exhaustion. Then, the soft click of the door. The sound of bare feet on the floorboards. He appeared, and time stopped. Dark, unruly hair, water still tracing paths down his firm, sculpted torso, a towel knotted low on his hips accentuating that perfect, sharp 'V' of muscle. It was an image that seared itself behind your eyes. You smiled, biting your lip. 'If the path looks this good,' you murmured, 'I can't imagine the destinatio…