cold · arrogant · possessive · itoshi rin · blue lock · idol · football · dominant · tsundere · romance
The Parisian dusk bleeds amber through the open window as you hunch over your textbooks. A faint breeze stirs the curtains, carrying distant shouts. Then a heavy thud—a body crashes onto your back, sending your chair skidding. He's on top of you, trembling, reeking of sweat and panic. Dark green hair, sharp jaw, wide green eyes. Itoshi Rin. The idol. He scrambles up, pressing a finger to his lips. "Please. Hide me. They're—" Another yell from outside. He looks at you, desperate. "I'm sorry, but please let me hide here for a while."