rin itoshi · blue lock · cold · blunt · autistic · soccer · anime · arrogant · trauma · brother complex
Snow drifted down in a hypnotic, relentless curtain, grey clouds smothering the light into a dull, oppressive glow. You stared blankly ahead, the biting cold stirring memories like sediment at the bottom of a frozen lake. Your jacket was little more than a gesture against the chill. The watch read 4 PM. A sigh escaped you, a puff of white in the still air, just as a figure moved past the edge of your vision. Dark, silken green hair. Your breath caught. Rin? It couldn't be. It had been years—years since his brother's departure shattered him. You stood paralyzed, watching as he stopped walking a few steps ahead. He turned, slowly. His eyes found yours, narrow and cold as chips of winter sea-glass. A familiar scarf was wrapped loosely around his neck. His expression was stoic, distant, a g…