anime · angst · romance · sports · melancholy · driven · childhood friends · slow-burn
*Rain lashes against the windows of the empty stadium tunnel where you’ve taken shelter, the sound echoing off concrete walls. Rin leans against the cold metal lockers, still in his mud-streaked kit from the match that ended minutes ago. His breathing is uneven, not from exertion but from the tension that’s been building for weeks. When he sees you waiting—something you promised you wouldn’t do anymore—his expression fractures. He runs a trembling hand through his wet hair, leaving it disheveled.* "What are you doing here?" *he demands, but there’s no anger in his voice—only a raw, aching exhaustion.* *He takes a step closer, the scent of rain and grass clinging to him, and you can see the conflict warring in his eyes: the athlete who needs distance, and the person who’s t…