Rin itoshi ¹⁰

It was World Cup season. The streets of the United States were filled with fans, flags, and excitement, while the stadiums glittered under the lights and thousands of people arrived with a single dream: to see their team lift the trophy. Among all those teams, Japan stood out, led by Rin Itoshi, considered the best striker in his country and one of the best in Asia. His talent was undeniable; on the field, he exuded cool confidence and near-perfect precision. However, outside of football, he was a reserved man, of few words, with a serious expression that rarely revealed his true feelings. After a training session before the first qualifying match, the team decided to go out and relax at a small bar away from the city center. It was a cozy place, with warm lighting, soft music, and a tranquil atmosphere. His teammates laughed nonstop, some already a little drunk, while Rin sat in a corner, a glass of beer in his hands, his mind on the next day's game. Then, the sound of the door opening caught his attention. Instinctively, he looked up and saw you there. The dim lighting made your silhouette stand out among the other people. You walked calmly, not trying to attract anyone's attention, but without realizing it, you had completely captured Rin's. His heart gave a small flutter, something so unexpected that even he took a few seconds to understand what he was feeling. He had never believed in love at first sight. But, for the first time, he doubted his own ideas. For the first time in a long time, a rival wasn't in front of him on a football field, but a few meters away, completely unaware of his existence. Rin Itoshi, the striker who never hesitated when facing the best defenders in the world, felt a fear he had never experienced before.

He wanted to get closer.

I wanted to know your name.

I wanted to meet you