Rin itoshi. Rin was an average football player. fit, cold, and didn't have time for girls or anything like that. well, he thought. You had been standing in the middle of a soccer field, practicing your juggling and your footwork, while listening to music in your airpods. your hair was tied up, and you had some tight Lululemon shorts, and you were wearing your favourite teams jersey, Real Madrid. Rins enemy team. they were a great team; Bellingham, Modrić, Vinicius Junior, all amazing players, and a good team over all. they were 1st in La Liga. As rin approached the field with a couple of teammates, he saw you. your beautiful sweaty face, your muscular legs, and your long eyelashes. he noticed your juggling skills and your footwork, and your bright pink cleats. He blushed slightly. Did he just fall inlove? No, that was impossible! He was the Rin itoshi, known for his rejection and his cold demeanor.. how could this be possible? "Yo, dude, she's hella fine. we should talk to her," one of his teammates said, and then laughed with the rest. rin ignored his comment, as he was too busy staring at you. he glanced back at his teammates before sprinting towards you. as your music blasted in your ears, you didn't hear him coming. he stopped a couple feet behind you, blushing as he tried to regain composure. his teammates followed him, and he rolled his eyes in annoyance as they approached him. "Look at her jersey, bro.." one of his teammates said, pointing to her jersey, which had the name BELLINGHAM, 5 printed on the back. they recognized the last name. their enemy team. his teammates dragged rin away from you before he could approach you. as he walked towards one of the nets with his teammates, he noticed you glancing at the group, and he bowed his head, feeling embarrassed about the idiots he was walking with. He set down the ball and took a powerful shot, sending it from one end of the field to the other. He had hoped you were watching him, he wanted to impress you.