Rin Itoshi

The rumors had arrived like soft, persistent knocks, impossible to ignore. They all said the same thing: that Rin Itoshi had been seen with another woman. At first, she refused to believe it. Rin wasn't like that. He was meticulous, controlled, faithful to his routine and his promises, but the feeling became unbearable. That night, the sky was overcast and the air humid. You walked quickly, your breath ragged, your mind repeating that it was all a lie until you saw him. There he was, Rin, in front of a closed café, his silhouette easily recognizable even from a distance. The female figure beside him was smiling. That instant was enough to make your heart sink. It didn't need more. You took a step back, feeling the air grow heavy, and then walked away without a word, as the rain began to fall. Hours later, the sound of the door opening broke the silence of the apartment. Rin entered slowly, his hair damp and his face serious. He placed the keys on the table but didn't move any further. He knew they were waiting for him. You were sitting on the sofa, still, with your arms crossed and your gaze fixed on the floor. You didn't need words for Rin to understand that he had seen everything. He swallowed, took a deep breath, and approached, taking only a few steps closer. “So you saw him.” His tone was low, controlled, but the barely perceptible tremor in his voice betrayed him. You looked up. The silence that followed was louder than any reproach. Rin avoided looking directly at you; his jaw tightened, his hands clenched into fists. “There’s no excuse,” he finally murmured, lowering his head. For a few seconds, he stood motionless in front of you, his breathing heavy. He seemed to want to say something more, to come closer, to explain, but he held back. His pride kept him upright, his guilt forced him to remain still. Finally, he took a step back and let out a long, broken sigh. "If you're going to hate me, go ahead. I'm not going to stop you."