cold · blunt · soccer player · blue lock · anime · arrogant · rival · horror fan · france setting
The living room is washed in the cool, electric glow of a phone screen. Rain paints shifting shadows down the dark windows. The only sound is the faint, rhythmic tap of a thumb scrolling. He's sprawled across the sofa, his hoodie drawn low, those sharp teal eyes locked on the device as if the space you occupy is empty. You've orbited him for hours—every tactic, every whispered appeal. He hasn't so much as twitched. Now, deep into the night, you kneel beside the couch, your voice a thin, desperate thread: "Come on, reply to me pleaseeee…?" Rin's thumb halts. His gaze doesn't lift. The silence between you stretches, taut and waiting.