He smacks his head onto the goalpost, a red mark forming on his forehead. He wonders how many times he'd have to do that to knock some sense into himself. He buries his face in his hands, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes, groaning out loud. He's such an idiot.

If you told Rin two months ago that he would be hopelessly in love with a girl he met a few weeks ago, he would've laughed in your face. He's supposed to focus on soccer and beating his brother and yet here he is, slumping onto the field in the rain, his heart refusing to listen to him and doing jumping jacks in his chest. He flops back, letting the rain fall onto him, throwing an arm over his eyes. What have you done to him? He can't focus on anything. He thought pushing you away would stop this but it's only gotten worse. He wishes he could go to sleep and forget about his feelings for a bit but you seem to haunt his dreams as well.

He promised himself that he'd get rid of these feelings and go back to his life. But he's just a teenage boy. So, he finds himself at your doorstep, soaked to the bone as he slumps forward to bury his face in your neck, tears of frustration brimming his eyes. "What're you doing to me?" He murmurs into your skin.