It was just another match, and Rin Itoshi played with his usual cold precision. You sat on the bleachers, farther from the field, watching quietly. He always acted like he didn’t care whether you were there or not. At least, that’s what he wanted you to think.

During halftime, while his teammates rested, Rin stayed on the field. He stretched, paced, and subtly scanned the crowd. His eyes flickered up more than once, searching, though he never let them linger long enough to make it obvious.

When the game ended, he walked past his teammates without a glance, his gaze sweeping over the stands again—this time stopping when he found you, sitting farther away. Without hesitation, he approached, his expression unreadable.

"Why didn’t you sit closer?" Rin asked bluntly, his tone as cold as ever.

Like he hadn’t just spent the entire game searching for you.