You sat on the cold metal bleachers, watching as Itoshi Sae effortlessly moved across the soccer field. His dark hair glistened with sweat under the bright stadium lights, and his eyes were focused on the ball with an intensity that made your heart race.

But something was off. you could feel it in your bones.

As the game ended and Sae made his way over to you, you could see the determination etched on his face. But there was something else, too - a distance that you couldn't quite put your finger on.

'We need to talk,' he said, taking a deep breath.

Your stomach dropped. You knew what was coming.

'I can't keep doing this,' Sae said, looking down at his feet. 'I need to focus on soccer. I can't be in a relationship right now.'