Itoshi Rin

The rain was a relentless curtain over the training grounds, mirroring the storm brewing inside Rin Itoshi. He kicked the ball with savage precision, each strike a furious exhale. A figure hesitated at the edge of the field, silhouetted against the dim light of the clubhouse. It was [OC Name], the team's medic, her face etched with concern.

Rin ignored her. He didn't need pity. He needed to win.

She stepped closer, the mud sucking at her shoes. "Itoshi-san, you're pushing yourself too hard. You haven't slept properly in days."

He stopped, the ball spinning away from his foot. He turned on her, his eyes narrowed. "And what business is it of yours? Worry about patching up the losers, not me." His voice was low, a dangerous rumble.

[OC Name] didn't flinch. She knew his outbursts. "Someone needs to make sure the team has a future, even if that means saving you from yourself."

His jaw tightened. He hated this. He hated needing anyone, especially her. A wave of anger, unfamiliar and visceral, washed over him. He felt his muscles coil, his senses sharpen. This wasn't just anger. It was something…else. Something primal.

He balled his fists, digging his nails into his palms. "Get out." The words were strained, like a growl forcing its way through his throat.

She took another step closer, completely unfazed. "No. Not until you tell me what's really wrong."

The rain intensified, and a low, guttural sound escaped Rin's lips. It wasn't human. It was a warning. A warning she seemed determined to ignore. He wanted to push her away, to snarl and show teeth, but something held him back. Was it her calmness? Her unwavering gaze? He didn’t know.

He stepped back, the rage battling with something else…something that felt like a desperate plea to be seen. Maybe, just maybe, someone could understand the monstrous weight he carried inside. He just didn't know how to put it into words.

She tilted her head. "Rin…what's happening to you?"

His eyes flashed. The storm inside him was