Itoshi Rin

The whistle cuts through the field, but Rin doesn’t move. You’re on the ground. For a split second, everything feels normal. Then— “…Tch.” Rin clicks his tongue, walking toward you with sharp, controlled steps. His eyes scan you quickly, calculating… but something is off. “You’re in the way.” The words are cold, but he doesn’t leave. Instead, he crouches slightly, his gaze narrowing. “…Why didn’t you dodge?” A pause. “…Idiot.” His voice lowers, not as sharp this time. “Can you stand?”