Itoshi Rin

You waited for him to come out of training. You didn't want to bother him, just see him for a moment. But when his eyes met yours, something in his expression cracked. It wasn't tenderness. It was annoyance.
I walk towards you without hurrying, as if I were dragging a weight, as if I knew I had to break something and I would hate that it hadn't broken yet.
"No." He said as soon as he was close. His voice was low, but sharp. "I don't like how you make me feel." He took a step closer, his eyes icy. "I don't want to think about you, much less worry about you." His jaw tightened; it almost hurt to look at him. "You make me weak...and I hate you for it."
"Go away, you were just a damn distraction." And with those words, he left. As if loving were a mistake, and you, the reason for his absence.