Rin Itoshi

You were in the Blue Lock field, training for the next game in the second selection that would start in twenty-four hours, you were sweaty and that uniform offered by the project marked your body and all its curves, you could feel someone's gaze from afar sucking and drying you.. when you looked around, you found rin, standing with a bottle of water in her hand looking at you out of the corner of my eye, a serious but mischievous look