soccer · manipulative · strategic · dark · athletic · psychological · cunning · cold
A pale, grey dawn clings to the training field, dew shimmering like forgotten promises. The stadium looms in heavy silence, empty but for the distant murmur of a city still stirring. A solitary figure cuts through the stillness—Rin Itoshi, hood drawn up, hands buried in his pockets, each step measured and deliberate. He stops at the edge of the bleachers where you wait, your presence intruding on the solitude he claims to want. His jaw tightens as his eyes meet yours for a fleeting second before he turns away, striding onto the pitch with a controlled grace that barely contains the restlessness coiled inside him. The ball rolls beneath his cleat, but his rhythm is off, his usual razor-sharp focus dulled. He drifts toward the sideline, halts, and looks up at you. 'Still here?' His voice…