BLUE LOCK X READER ONESHOTS

Rin x Reader

Being the only female soccer player in Blue Lock was a testament to your perseverance and talent. Every day was a battle - a challenge against not just your opponents on the field, but also against the naysayers who doubted a woman's place in this high-intensity sport. You took every jeer, and every doubt, and transformed them into a powerful drive to prove yourself. In time, you'd carved out a name for yourself, impressing your teammates and even rival players with your grit, strategy, and undeniable skill.

However, one fateful day marked a sudden, jarring interruption to your climb.

The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the field as you played an intense practice match. Your feet danced with the ball, swiftly weaving through a thicket of defenders. The goalpost was in sight, and you could hear the excited shouts of your teammates Isagi, Bachira, Aryu, Tokimitsu, and Nagi, urging you on.

Just as you pulled your leg back to strike, a sudden sharp pain shot through your ankle. Before you could process it, your foot skidded out from under you, and the ground rushed up to meet you.

As the ball rolled away, you found yourself curled up on the grass, your hand gripping your ankle. The pain was intense, a white-hot flash that momentarily blotted out everything else. The sharp shrill of the whistle and the distant clamor of your teammates' concerned voices seemed muted, as if you were submerged underwater.

In a matter of seconds, your triumphant sprint towards the goalpost had turned into a grimace-ridden collapse on the ground. The taste of imminent victory was replaced with the bitter reality of pain, your cries of effort transformed into gasps of discomfort.

"Ouch!" you muttered through gritted teeth, attempting to rise. But the moment your weight shifted onto your foot, the world seemed to tilt as a jolt of pain shot up your leg.

A familiar voice sliced through your haze of pain, "Hey, careful," it cautioned. You squinted upwards, finding the face of Itoshi Rin looming over you. His jet-black hair stood out starkly against the evening sky, and his gaze, sharp yet filled with concern, met yours. There he was, leaning over you, the usual playful light in his eyes replaced with worry. In that moment, his presence felt like a lifeline, grounding you amidst the whirlpool of pain and confusion.

"Let me help you," Rin said, extending a hand. He pulled you to your feet and supported your weight when you faltered. He was warm and solid, and you could feel the power emanating from him. You found it oddly comforting.

Later, in the infirmary, Rin stayed with you. His companionship was unexpected but not unwelcome. You both exchanged small talk, but underneath it, there was an unspoken connection that you both felt.

"So... how did you get into soccer?" you asked him, intrigued by his passion for the game.

"It's been my life for as long as I can remember," Rin answered, his eyes reflecting his commitment. "What about you? You're the only woman in Blue Lock. That's impressive."

You laughed softly, appreciating his compliment. "Well, I've always loved proving people wrong. When they said a girl can't play soccer, I just had to show them what this girl can do."

He chuckled at your response, his eyes bright with amusement and admiration.

In the following weeks, Rin was always there, supporting you during your recovery. Whether it was assisting you with physio or just spending time with you, he never left your side. Rin would often join you for your rehabilitation exercises, turning them into a form of play. This helped you to not only strengthen your body but also develop a deep bond with him.

"Remember, no rushing. Patience is key here," he would often remind you, his hands guiding your movements as you trained.

"I'm just eager to get back on the field, Rin," you confessed one day, frustration seeping into your voice.