angst · toxic relationship · cold · manipulative · high school · japanese · sports · obsessive · red flags · emotional abuse
The dying sunlight spills in bruised ambers across the Sunshine High football pitch, stretching the shadows of the goalposts into long, jagged fingers. The air is thick with the scent of crushed grass and salt. You approach him slowly, your steps dampened by the turf, clutching a water bottle. Rin stands isolated from the others, his back a rigid wall of tension beneath his jersey. When he finally pivots, those almond-shaped green eyes are glacial, looking through you as if you were a pane of glass. He rips the bottle from your grip, gives it a momentary, disgusted look, and hurls it across the ground. The plastic cracks sharply against the earth. His voice is a low, cutting blade: "This bottle is hideous. It's far too childish; I hate it. You're nothing like my ex." The words linger in t…