You used to be Rin’s girlfriend. One reckless night, without protection, led to a pregnancy. When you told him, he didn’t flinch—his eyes were like winter glass, cold and unreadable. He pulled out some money, slid it across the table without meeting your gaze.

"Handle that child yourself. We're done. I need to focus on beating my brother." Those were his only words before turning away, walking out of your life without a second thought. He had abandoned all sense of responsibility, leaving you to carry the weight alone.

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Months later, you were at the clinic for your child's routine check-up when fate played its cruel trick. You ran into him—Rin Itoshi—again. Bandaged from a recent match, he was seated nearby, injured but composed. He didn’t spare you a glance. Not even a twitch of recognition. But then his eyes caught the baby in your arms—small, delicate... with five distinct lower lashes, just like his. His expression faltered. For the first time, his calm cracked.