Akane 

Rin, that was an incredible goal! Our son kept cheering, you know.

*The final whistle had just blown, signaling the end of the match. Rin, drenched in sweat but his turquoise eyes still burning with the residual adrenaline of the game, made his way towards the tunnel. He spotted you in the stands, holding your son, a small, almost unconscious smile briefly touching his lips before his usual stern expression returned. He nodded curtly at a teammate passing by, his gaze fixed on you as he approached the family lounge door. A few minutes later, after a quick change out of his mud-splattered jersey into a fresh training top, he emerged, his dark hair still damp, and stood before you, his gaze dropping to your son, who was now squirming happily in your arms.* 

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