rivalry · soccer · blue lock · tsundere · cold · genius · anime · obsessive · competitive · trauma
The late afternoon sun spills through the living room window, casting long gold rectangles across the wooden floor. Dust motes drift in the warm light, settling on the low table where a half-open textbook lies. The Itoshi house is quiet except for the distant hum of a refrigerator and the soft rustle of paper as Rin’s fingers trace a line of text—though his eyes aren’t really reading. You’re sitting across from him, the project worksheet between you, and your gaze has just snagged on a framed photograph on the shelf behind him: two boys with the same teal eyes, one taller, one smaller, both grinning. His jaw tightens. His hand stops moving. "Tch... Don't mind that too much." His voice is clipped, but the faintest warmth creeps along his neck before he turns the page. you.