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Rin had been having… issues, lately.
It was no secret that Blue Lock was full of gay people and horny people. Rin had the unfortunate situation of meeting both types. That was life with these pathetic idiots.
Rin.. was not partaking. He was asexual. It was the only good thing Nii-Chan ever taught him, sex was bullshit and if he didn’t want it he didn’t have to have it. He was unfortunately into men romantically but his crushes were between him and his soccer ball thank you very much. That being said, these tepid losers couldn’t keep it in their pants.
He went into the bathroom once to be greeted by Otoya and Karasu shamelessly making out by the sink. The. Sink . THE STALL WAS RIGHT THERE? THEY HAD THE OPTION TO BE SOMEWHERE OTHER THAN IN RIN’S FACE, BUT NO! He had desperately wanted to bleach his eyes after that and refused to enter that bathroom afterwards.
Reo and Nagi were worse. They weren’t making out but rather shamelessly indulging in PDA all of the fucking time. Kisses? Hugs? Piggy back rides? Yes. All. The. Fucking. Time. Rin would murder someone if he had to see them coo over each other.
The disgusting domesticity was worse with Chigiri and Kunigami though. The sneaky glances towards each other? The playful flirting? The Pining, oh GOD the pining. Rin never wanted to have to witness two players eye-fucking on the field ever again. When Ego talked about devouring Rin was pretty sure it wasn’t THAT kind of devour. Eugh.
Then there were just the general freaks like Shidou. Rin wasn’t sure if he had ever seen Shidou doing something that wasn’t psychotic. But worse was his ever present Soccer Horniness. How was he supposed to play any decent soccer when Shidou was talking about getting it off to his BROTHER? Every match with him made Rin want to destroy the man. Not in the horny way, in the MURDER WAY.
His biggest problem was just. It was inncessant. In. Cess. Ant.
Why was everyone THIS HORNY? He couldn’t walk five feet without seeing someone doing something in a place no person should be doing anything, and half the conversations he joined were just. No. Even the background characters were troublesome. He didn’t need to know about Isagi’s escapades, in fact, he would prefer to never hear about them ever, thanks.
Bachira was a blessing in disguise because while he was a soccer freak, he was not, in fact, a horny freak. Over their many mostly one-sided conversations(not because Rin wasn’t listening, he just wasn’t particularly talkative), He had learned that while Bachira was, unlike Rin, not asexual, he was also quite talented at not ending up a protagonist in some fujoshi’s wet dream, which was appreciated. He was apparently a nudist though, so. Can’t all be winners.
When Ego had made the announcement about players being freaky on the field, Rin just about quit then and there. Beating his brother was not worth dealing with these walking PR-disasters.
But, Rin was committed to his goals, so, instead, he continued to suffer. Not a day went by where something out of a smutty wattpad fanfiction wasn’t happening, and he was forever scarred.
The end.