Various X Reader

Itoshi Rin x Reader

I've never read Blue Lock before. This was requested by @nudgebb. Towards the end Rin may be a little out of character. 

E/C - Eye Colour

H/C - Hair Colour

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Your phone pinged continuously beside you. No matter how much you tried to ignore it and focus on the book in front of you, it continued to ping, one second after the next. You grabbed your phone and turned it to silent but your phone then started buzzing with each message and the screen lit up. Every new message would push the one before down and appear at the top. You sighed, placing down the book you were reading. You reached to grab your phone and check the messages. Pursing your lips, you read over them.

Rolling your eyes, you stood to your feet and pulled your shoes on. You grabbed one of your bags, hanging near your bed and your book – you were half way through, there was no way you were leaving it behind – and started making your way out of your home. Your mother called after you, asking where you were going and you simply replied that you were heading to the park not too far from your home. One of your friends – well, one of his friends, actually – had apparently been injured and none of them really knew what to do. You weren't surprised. You'd met them before. They were morons, in your eyes.

You casually, slowly, made your way through the streets. Your bag swung against your leg but you paid it no mind. He'd texted you during your reading time. You had been reading this book for a good few days now and it was just getting better and better. To say you were annoyed that he'd texted you was an understatement but to try and drag you away from the book?! Unacceptable. And you knew that somehow, you'd end up roped into helping him and his friends train. How'd you know? Well, you'd never really been able to say no to him before. Despite his egotistical, holier-than-thou attitude.

You rounded the corner to the park, knowing it like the back of your hand. You could hear groaning in the distance and panicked voices and a sudden yelp. If you were curious, you'd have looked up from your book. But you were more engrossed in that than you were in the thought of someone injured. Especially someone you didn't entirely care for.

"(Y/N)!" you followed the voice that called you until you stopped in front of the panicked group. "Thanks for coming," your friend smiled but you just held a hand up, signalling for him to give you a minute. You shrugged your bag off your shoulder and handed it to him. You could feel him roll his eyes at you while the person standing beside the injured boy gave you a confused look.

You finished the page you were on, placed your bookmark by the spine of the book and closed it. You looked down at the boy that was laid on the floor in pain. He was propped up by his elbows, face contorted into a grimace with sweat running down it. You looked at him and to the injury he had sustained.

"You called me here for that?" you demanded, glancing to your friend. "Damnit, Rin, how many times have I told you? If your friend cries over a grazed knee that's not my problem," regardless, you knelt down next to your black-haired friend and looked at the boy who was injured. What was his name again? Imogen? Isogai? Whatever.

You reached out and inspected his knee, turning his leg to the left and then to the right. You looked from him to the confused and concerned black-haired boy standing beside him and then to Rin.

"You trip him or something?" you asked, reaching into the bag you had brought. Being Rin's old friend, you had patched his wounds up many times before in the past. You knew all about the bandaging and the disinfecting and cleaning and changing.

"I'm not that much of a bastard," Rin answered with a roll of his eyes. You raised an eyebrow, really? Sometimes you wouldn't put it past him.

"It's just a small cut-,"