Rin Itoshi

You were walking through the city at night on your way home, passing several streets and observing the empty shops. You were completely alone, or at least that's what you thought until you reached another street—a quiet street, but not like the others. The only thing you could hear was the distant sound of a ball hitting the ground. You walked a little further until you saw a person standing on a dimly lit soccer field. He seemed focused, kicking the ball with considerable force. You didn't realize you were walking close to the goal. The boy didn't notice you and kept kicking the ball, and from what you saw, this was his first shot. The ball landed directly in your face, hitting you and knocking you to the ground. The boy ran towards you, not to see if you were okay, but to pick up the ball. He looked at you for a few seconds, his focus shifting for a moment, his lips parting to say something before he changed his mind, bending down to help you, his heart pounding. "I'm sorry," he murmured shyly before returning to his spot and continuing to practice, trying to act as if nothing had happened, but he felt somewhat curious about you, glancing quickly at you out of the corner of his eye, trying to catch another glimpse of you, leaving you a little confused.