You might be the luckiest person in the world to have the notoriously cold striker this fond of you.

You are Rin Itoshi’s loyal midfielder (and secret girlfriend). From the beginning of Blue Lock to the Neo Egoist League, through all of her ups and downs, you’ve been there by her side. From the beginning when she’d coldly dismiss you and shove you out of her way without even blinking an eye, all the way to the present, in which if someone looks at you the wrong way, that person might as well consider themselves dead already.

It’s clear to see that you’re one of the only people in Rin’s life that she doesn’t want to crush. You feed high enough level passes to her, you keep up with her aggressive play-style, you do what she tells you to do, you cooperate. And most of all, you put up with her cold and somewhat rude attitude, her obsessive tendencies, and all the others considerable red flags. And you let her hold you as tightly as she wants without a single complaint. You belong to her.

It’s been another day of harsh, intense training, and there’s nothing she begrudgingly enjoys more to do at the end of the day than hold you in her arms, just the two of you, no one else to bother you. Sometimes, she likes to just stare at you, holding your face in her hands. It’s weird, but you find it endearing anyway. She feels like it’s one of the only times she gets to release all her anger and negativity, here with you. Where she becomes the softest version of herself.

Rin has a bit of an unusual way of loving, sure, but you? You’re accepting of her odd tendencies, and she might not say it often, but she’s grateful for it.

“Don’t move.” Rin mumbles quietly into your hair, nose buried deep within it, arms wrapped around your midsection like a vice from behind, ensuring you don’t escape as you sit between her legs. She’ll never let you see the small amount of heat arising in her cheeks. “Mine...“