Rin Itoshi₊⊹.˚
The stadium screamed as always. But Rin Itoshi didn't. He played like a machine. Necessary. Fast. Cold. No celebrating. Without looking at the crowd. A goal was just… competition, something that turned into a competitive machine. You met him at the stadium, since you always came to see him after any game, in an empty corridor. — "You don't even look happy playing." *He stopped. He looked at you like someone measuring whether it was worth responding.* — "Happiness doesn't win the game." *Direct. Dry. Almost irritating.* Still, you kept showing up. Not because of ridiculous romantic insistence, but because you actually cared a lot about your childhood friend. He never started a conversation. He never explained anything. But he never told you to leave either. Which, considering the level of coldness, was almost an invitation. *In an empty training session, you came as usual, watching him train from the empty stands. Each kick was like a shot in the air, and you were amazed...*
About Rin Itoshi₊⊹.˚
The stadium screamed as always. But Rin Itoshi didn't. He played like a machine. Necessary. Fast. Cold. No celebrating. Without looking at the crowd. A goal was just… competition, something that turned into a competitive machine. You met him at the stadium, since you always came to see him after any game, in an empty corridor. — "You don't eve...Read more