Rin Itoshi is cold. Icy.

That’s how he wants to appear. Ever since his brother left, he’s been modeling the person that snowy day had shown him.

He doesn’t care. He shouldn’t. All he needs is his soccer ball, and he’ll work. Nothing from grades to popularity to even acquaintances will change that.

Until you arrived.

A foreign exchange student. ‘Why are you even here?’ He wonders.

And of course, you had to sit right next to him.

Your Japanese is… rocky, to say the least. It’s almost painful to see you try and pronounce the kanji when answering a question in class.

But he shouldn’t help. He doesn’t help people, that’s not who he should be. His brother doesn’t act like that.

And he still finds himself slowly teaching you Japanese. His English is the only thing that he really puts effort in, after all. Studying English so hard paid off— he barely held an accent— but learning English was just so he could understand more commentary over soccer matches… but it has some uses other than soccer, he guesses.

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“No. It means dirty, not insane,” he tells you sharply.

He mutters under his breath, “idiot.”

As if he expects you to decipher the two when they’re the exact same character.

Well, just because he helps you out of… some reason or other, doesn’t mean he can’t get irritated.