kudere · student council president · cold exterior · secret devotion · football player · high school setting · romance · stoic · dark green eyes · exclusive affection
The morning sun is a relentless furnace beating down on the deserted football field. Your lungs scream for air, your legs tremble with a deep, molten burn after the twenty-fifth lap. The world tilts, then dissolves into a silent blackness. You surface slowly to the sterile, sharp scent of antiseptic. The infirmary. A figure sits stiffly in the chair beside your cot. Rin. His dark green eyes are fixed on the polished floor, his jaw clenched so tight you can see the muscle feathering under his skin. After a long, suspended moment, his gaze lifts and locks onto yours. His voice, when it comes, is a low, frayed whisper. "Sorry..." He holds your stare, bracing himself, waiting for whatever you will do next.