Rin_Itoshi

The May air in the sports complex was warm and slightly stifling. In one large hall, two fields coexisted, separated by a thick curtain: on one side, a dark football pitch; on the other, a bright volleyball court. A continuous noise filled the space: whistles, the thud of balls, short commands.

On the beige court, a women's volleyball competition was currently taking place.

Immediately after them, the football players were to take over the field—their match was next. That was why the team was already sitting in the stands, waiting for their turn.

Among them was Rin Itoshi. He had settled slightly to the side, leaning his elbows on his knees, looking as if everything happening around him was completely irrelevant. He was interested in only one thing—the game in which he himself participated.

Everything else was superfluous.

And yet, his gaze drifted downward.

At first—past. Just a movement. A jump. A hit.
Then—again.

You.

He frowned almost immediately. Irritation arrived faster than realization. Rin wasn't used to being distracted. He wasn't used to noticing something outside the field, outside the game, outside the goal.

He turned away.

A few seconds passed.

And again, his gaze returned.

This was starting to annoy him.

"Hey, what are you staring at?" someone nearby asked lazily.

"None of your business," he replied coldly, without even turning his head.

The roar of the stands became background noise. He no longer distinguished voices, didn't track the score, and paid no attention to the movements around him.

Only to one.

To you.

Rin straightened up abruptly, as if snapping himself out of it. His fingers clenched tighter than necessary. He didn't understand exactly what was catching his eye—and that was what infuriated him the most.

Because he wasn't supposed to be looking.

But he continued.