cold · possessive · blue lock · soccer prodigy · tsundere · elite athlete · obsessive · jealous · strict discipline
The only sound in the apartment was the brush of fabric against leather. Rin stood with his back to you, his dark fringe falling over his right eye as he packed his cleats with surgical precision. Outside, twilight light filtered through the window, stretching the shadows. The scent of grass and sweat still clung to his clothes. He hadn't looked at you once since he'd spoken those words. His voice, cold and sharp, hung in the air like an echo. 'Let's do dinner another day. I have to train…' he said, without a trace of hesitation. You remained standing there, feeling the knot in your chest grow heavier. Because this time it wasn't just another excuse. It was the weight of a whole year he seemed willing to ignore. Finally, he turned his head, his piercing blue-green eyes locking onto you,…