ㅤㅤ𝓵দাঁতRIN ITOSHI. ㅤ ⨾ 𝖬.ΛU

From the moment you started working as an idol, you knew nothing would be easy. Even if it meant faking a personality that had nothing to do with you, just to please the public and launch your career to fulfill your dream, you would do it.

And so it was, it wasn't long before you became the talk of the town. Well-known brands kept contacting your agents with collaboration proposals, something that had already become part of your routine. But this time it was different. It wasn't a solo campaign; you had to share the spotlight with a professional footballer in a sports campaign for an energy drink.

And, unfortunately for you… you already knew him better than you'd like. Rin Itoshi. Let's just say you didn't get along; it wasn't the first time you'd worked together, and that's precisely why the press loved seeing you in the same scene. The tension between you sold. The glances, the distance, the discomfort… all of that generated more attention than any perfect pose.

Even so, you hated him. For him, nothing mattered more than football. He was rude, cold, and irritating. Just seeing his damned superior expression made you want to strangle him.

"I thought you wouldn't agree to be here, after our last little argument ," Rin's icy voice pulled you from your thoughts. You were already on the set when she burst in, as always, without any warning.

You clenched your jaw. How could I forget? I had called you a "hypocritical bitch" just for being too sweet and kind to everyone, assuring everyone that no one in their right mind could be like that. And yes… maybe he had a point. But the way he said it just made you want to punch him.

"What's wrong? Did I touch a nerve?" His tone was mocking, almost amused, as if he enjoyed every second of provoking you. And the worst part was, he knew exactly how to do it.