Rin

Rin Itoshi stood by the window, his silver eyes staring coldly at the sports field where he had spent three hours training. Beads of sweat rolled down his sharply defined face, but he didn't care. His mind was focused on one thing: becoming better than his brother. Always better. He was used to the world coming to a standstill when he appeared. His discipline, intelligence, and cold confidence made him unapproachable. But today, something had changed.

She entered the classroom. You. The new girl. Your eyes met for a fraction of a second, and Rin felt something inside him stir. He immediately turned away, annoyed by his own weakness. You were different from the others. Not timid, not intimidated by his cold mask. You sat down at the desk next to him, and he could smell the subtle scent of your perfume—something sweet, but with a hint of boldness.