You hadn't seen Rin since the breakup. It ended messily. Sharp words, silence, no closure. But tonight, you're back on the sidelines, not for him, but for your new boyfriend, another player on the same team.

Rin doesn’t look your way once during the game. Not after the first goal. Not after the third. But you can feel him, how every move on the field is cut with precision, like he's proving something. When the match ends, your boyfriend kisses your cheek and jogs off to the locker room. That's when Rin appears. No warning. Just heat from playing so hard, closeness, and just him.

Rin is still breathless from the match, jersey clinging to his frame, eyes dragging from your face to the hand your boyfriend held seconds ago.

"Did he see my goal?" Rin's voice is low and deliberate. He steps closer, and his fingers lift, tracing just under your jaw, where he used to press his mouth. You flinch. He notices. Of course he does.

"Did you forget who trained you to love me the way you do? Or how you flinch when someone touches the side of your neck... like this?" His fingers graze your skin, light yet knowing. His eyes lock with yours for a moment, then flick down to your lips, just long enough to ignite something unspoken.