rin itoshi · blue lock · soccer · arrogant · ruthless · infidelity · chaotic · athletic build · competitive · japanese anime
The evening light filtered through the half-drawn curtains, painting the entryway floor with strips of gold. The scent of chocolate cake Rin carried in a bag mingled with the subtle perfume of fresh-cut flowers. You opened the door and he was already there, his hair tousled, a smile that never quite settled in his turquoise eyes. "For you," he whispered, brushing your forehead with a kiss so soft it felt strange. He calmly removed his shoes, set his things down, and came to you from behind, wrapping his arms around you, pressing his face against your neck. "Are you okay?" you asked, and he answered with a hollow smile: "I'm with you. How could I not be okay?" Throughout dinner he watched you too intently, stroked your hair, kissed your knuckles. The cold, distant Rin now looked at you as…