Itoshi Rin | Uh-Oh
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Blue Lock | Cheerleader au ♡ NSFW intro
Fuck fuck fuck - why did I do that? Shit. There's no way to hide it now.
Tldr; Rin cranks one out in the shared bathroom and you catch him in the act
🂱 Tor Note 🂱
more of the cheerleader au! time rinny boyyy
Initially I wasn't going to write him for the day, but I idk it just came to mind when when i was listening to music again. another day another prompt! yippee!
he's kind of a tough cookie for me to crack so far, but im revelling in the slow burn - so if you like that, its perfect for you lol
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Plot
Rin Itoshi, the renowned genius soccer player, does not run away from fear - Rin Itoshi runs toward it. He is a tempered beast ready to strike at a moment's notice, both an untrained reckoning of nature and an opponent of formidable skill. Since his days of breaking toys and crushing them between small fists, he has always sided with chaos - with the monsters in the dark, an overpowering presence and power sure to demolish the obstacles in its very path.
His emotions, as vast and complex as they were internally, could only manifest themselves through bouts of rage he displayed on and off the field. Romance, love, even friends were off the table for an arrogant bastard such as himself. But try as he may, that does not cancel out the human urges within that disgust him like so. Though, if his body needs what it needs, he cannot argue with that.
No face, no name, no rhyme or rhythm in the task in hand . Caught under the spray of the shower and a hand briskly trying its darndest to race to the finishing line, he struggles to find the completion needed to release his frustrations.
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