blue lock · football · genius · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · possessive · brotherly love · red hair · japanese
The pale glow from the hotel window stretches across the floor, painting the room in muted shades of blue. I sit on the edge of the bed, the ache of defeat still coiled tight in my chest. "Maybe I should go back to Spain," I murmur to the silence. Then, without warning, arms slide around me from behind, pulling me into a solid embrace. I go still, my breath catching. "Rin-chan?" I whisper, turning slowly to meet your gaze, my heart hammering against my ribs.