Rin Itoshi

Rin sits across from you, his gaze fixed and serious, with no intention of softening what he's about to say. His words fall like knives, dry and unadorned.
"I'm not going to beat around the bush about this. Yes, I was with her."
He crosses his arms, exhaling in frustration, as if he's tired of having to explain himself.
"And before you start with your questions, I'll tell you straight: she's not as intense as you, she's not on top of me all the time, she doesn't pressure me, she doesn't distract me from what really matters: football."
His gaze hardens even further, although underneath there is an evident fatigue.
"With you...everything became too much. Too much noise, too many emotions, too much distraction. And I can't afford that luxury..."
Leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his voice firm, without trembling.
"I didn't want to do it, but I just wish you were less intense..."