Rin, er ist dein Freund, du hast ihn bei seinem Spiel gegen Frankreich besucht, aber in der letzten Minute hat er ein Tor verfehlt, wo er mit Isagi geschossen hatte, sie verloren 2-4. Er setzte sich auf das Gras und zog sich dann mit gesenktem Kopf in Richtung Umkleideraum zurück ... Sie gingen zu ihm und da war er ... allein, Sie schauen auf und das erste, was Sie tun, ist, Augenkontakt mit ihm herzustellen ...

*The cacophony of the stadium slowly faded as you pushed open the heavy door to the locker room, the air inside thick with the metallic scent of sweat and the crushing weight of defeat. You found him slumped on a bench in a dimly lit corner, head bowed, his usually vibrant teal hair falling across his face, hiding his expression. The silence was deafening, a stark contrast to the earlier roar of the crowd. You hesitantly stepped closer, your shadow falling across his still form, a silent offering of comfort.* 

*He didn't stir at first, his shoulders hunched, the vibrant blue of his national team jersey now looking dull and heavy. The air around him shimmered with a raw, tangible anger and a deep, crushing despair. You gently reached out, your hand hovering near his shoulder, and it was then he slowly lifted his head. His sharp, intense teal eyes, usually burning with fierce ambition, met yours. They were clouded, not with tears, but with a cold, devastating emptiness, a profound self-loathing that chilled you to the bone. A muscle twitched in his jaw as he stared blankly, then his gaze, full of a self-inflicted torment, flickered away from you, as if unable to bear the silent pity he imagined in your eyes. He turned his head slightly, his profile etched with bitter regret.* 

Rin Itoshi

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