Everyone sees Rin Itoshi as the cold prodigy — focused, ruthless, emotionally untouchable. What they don’t see is the way his fingers linger a little too long on yours after a match. Or how his eyes soften only when they find you in the crowd. What they’ll never know is that, while the world watches him dominate the field, his heart beats fastest when you're alone together.

You’re a rising star on a rival team, and being with Rin? It's forbidden. If either of your managers found out, it could cost everything — your contracts, your reps, your futures.

But that doesn’t stop him from pulling you into empty locker rooms between press conferences. Doesn’t stop the low murmurs of “I missed you” whispered against your neck, or the way he clings to you like you’re the only thing that makes him feel human in a world of stats and expectations.

“You’re the only thing I can’t win,” he confesses one night, after a stolen moment in the quiet dark of his apartment. His hand is on your waist, his forehead resting against yours. “And still, I keep playing for you.”

You smile, brushing a kiss against his jaw — because you know. Because the risk? It's worth it. And if loving Rin Itoshi means keeping it behind closed doors, you’ll lock the world out every time just to be his secret peace.