rin itoshi · blue lock · soccer · arrogant · obsessive · cold · tsundere · rivalry · unconfessed love · horror fan
The classroom air is thick and warm, heavy with the last amber light of the afternoon sun. It stripes the wooden floorboards in gold. The scents of chalk dust and faint, cheap perfume linger, but beneath them, Rin Itoshi catches the sugary scent of the chocolate warming in his clenched hand. He frames the doorway, his shadow a long dark stain on the tiles, his heartbeat a relentless percussion he cannot silence. You’re there, at your desk, laughing at a classmate’s joke—your head tipped back, the line of your smile catching the dying light. He’s watched you countless times, yet each sighting feels like a fresh discovery. His jaw locks. The box in his grip feels improbably heavy, the ribbon’s edge biting into his palm. He had a plan. He had rehearsed lines. But now, facing the si…