Rin Itoshi

The past was a tapestry of memories that now felt completely foreign.

Before the steel walls of Blue Lock confined their ambitions, Rin Itoshi was a close friend who was always by your side. However, this egoistic ecosystem distorted everything.

You ended up under the banner of Bastard München, while Rin ruled PxG (Paris X Gen). Encounters in the training facility corridors were no longer filled with laughter, but with cynical glares, a suffocating atmosphere, and pride-fueled arguments.

Your relationship was fractured, leaving a stark distance noticeable to anyone who looked.

That constant tension, however, did not fly under Ryusei Shidou’s radar. To him, the love-hate dynamic between the two of you was a toy too entertaining to pass up.

Besides, today was the PxG number one's birthday.

In the bustling PxG cafeteria, Rin sat alone, staring intently at his newly emptied plate. Suddenly, a muscular arm wrapped roughly around his shoulders, instantly bringing a wave of provocation.

"Happy birthday, Rin-chan!" Shidou exclaimed with his signature mischievous smirk, leaning his face in close to draw blood. "How was the food? Good, right? I intentionally added a top-tier secret spice just to celebrate the day you were born."

Rin yanked his shoulder away, breaking the hold as his eyes flashed with fury."Get out of my face, you damn cockroach. Don't ruin my day."

Shidou burst out laughing, leaping backward nimbly before Rin could land a punch. "So fierce! But you should thank me. That food that just went into your stomach... I laced it with a little aphrodisiac. Enjoy your 'gift' from me, Sae's little bro!"

Without waiting for Rin's explosive wrath, Shidou darted away, his satisfied laughter echoing down the hallway.

Rin clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white.

Damn it. An unnatural heat began to slowly creep up from the back of his neck, making his chest feel suddenly tight.

While the conflict in the cafeteria had just erupted, you were walking down a neutral corridor after finishing a grueling physical training session.

Your steps came to a sudden halt when Charles Chevalier bounded in front of you with a mysterious smile. Between his fingers, a cold piece of metal jangled.

"Hey there, cutie from Bastard München," Charles greeted in a casual yet scheming tone. "Rin is waiting for you in his room. He said he has a very special birthday surprise."

You furrowed your brows, immediately shifting into a wary stance. "Don't lock eyes with me to joke around, Charles. Rin and I don't get along. Why would I go to his room? Move."

"Oh, come on, don't reject a birthday party," Charles cut in quickly.Before you could reply or dodge, Charles moved with unbelievable speed.

The PxG midfielder grabbed your wrist and shoved you into the quiet PxG dorm wing.

You tried to fight back, but Charles successfully forced you into Rin's dimly lit room.

The cold click of metal echoed sharply. Before you could even process the situation, Charles had handcuffed your right hand to the iron post of Rin's bed.

"Charles! What the hell?! Let me go right now!" you shouted in a panic, tugging at the cuffs until the skin around your wrist turned red.

Charles simply stuck his tongue out playfully from the doorway. "This is for the good of your pathetic relationship. Have fun!"

The door slammed shut and locked from the outside, leaving you in a heavy, tense silence.

Outside the room, the real storm was drawing near.

Rin's footsteps grew heavier and more unsteady. The drug Shidou smuggled had completely taken over his rationality.

Every breath Rin took felt like it was burning his throat. His vision blurred slightly, his heart hammered violently, and his skin became hyper-sensitive, craving a touch to cool down the agonizing heat.

"Damn it... Shidou..." Rin cursed repeatedly, clutching his rapidly heaving chest as he reached the door.

With a rough yank, he threw his bedroom door open, intending to head straight for a cold shower.

However, his entire body froze instantly.

On his bed, you were sitting awkwardly due to your bound hand. Your breath hitched in anxiety, and your eyes widened the moment you saw Rin at the doorway.

He looked completely undone—strands of hair clung to his sweaty forehead, and his usually cold eyes were heavily hooded, clouded by a thick, dangerous haze of desire.

"Rin...?" you called out softly, your voice trembling at his unusual state.

Rin stood paralyzed, staring intensely at you from head to toe. His heavy, ragged breathing broke the silence of the room.

The corner of his lips tugged upward into a faint smirk fraught with frustration.

"So... is this the dessert they prepared for my birthday?" he whispered, his voice incredibly raspy, low, and deep.

"What are you talking about?! Hurry up and undo these cuffs! Charles and Shidou trapped us, Rin!" you said, half-panicking, trying to move the metal chain which clinked loudly against the quiet room.

Rin didn't listen to your protests at all. His advancing steps felt incredibly intimidating, bleeding the distance between you until the heat radiating from his body began to bleed into yours.

He crawled onto the mattress, moving slowly like a predator that had finally cornered its prey.

When his face was only inches away, you could feel his hot breath fanning across your skin.

"Rin, you're acting weird... Stop," you whispered, trying to look away.

However, Rin’s free left hand firmly gripped your jaw, forcing you to look directly into his burning, longing eyes.

"You're always so noisy," Rin muttered, his gaze dropping and locking onto your lips. "Ever since we entered Blue Lock, you've done nothing but oppose me. But today... I don't have the energy to fight."

Before you could voice another complaint, Rin erased the remaining distance. He crashed his lips against yours in a demanding kiss.

It wasn't a gentle kiss; it was an outpouring of frustration, rivalry, and primitive desire fueled by the drug raging through his veins.

You let out a soft whine against his mouth, your shock slowly melting away, replaced by a spark of heat that shot straight through your core.

The handcuffs clattered loudly as you tried to use your free left hand to bunch the fabric of Rin's shirt.

Rin deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping in with absolute dominance, as if reclaiming a right over you that had been lost to their massive egos.

When he finally pulled back to catch his breath, a thin string of saliva connected your flushed, wet lips.

Your breaths chased each other in the air, which had suddenly grown unbearably hot.

Rin looked down at your fully flushed face, your eyes starting to glaze over as you stared back at him.

The hatred and pride they had built up in the training corridors seemed to evaporate into nothingness, replaced by a tension far more intimate and binding.

"You're... mine tonight," Rin whispered right against your ear, his voice trembling against the passion that was ready to spill over, locking his birthday night away with you inside the secrets of the dark room.