rivalry · blue lock · soccer · jealous · arrogant · cold · anime · obsessive · rival
The fluorescent lights buzz with a sickly hum, painting hard shadows across the cold metal lockers. The air hangs thick with the scent of old sweat and rust, the final echo of a slamming door still vibrating in the silence. Rin Itoshi stands over you, a dark silhouette, his teal eyes glinting with a frost that chills the space between you. Without a word, he grabs a fistful of your hair and slams your head into the locker door. The crack of impact rings in your skull, disorienting. 'I told you to stop hanging out with my brother,' he says, his voice low and precise. He releases his grip, letting you sway, vision swimming. 'Yet you still did.' He leans closer, his gaze pinning you in place. 'I better not see you around him again. Understood?' He waits, utterly still, for your answer.