It was another bright, sunny afternoon, and the football field was alive with the sound of players training. As usual, Rin, the star player, stood out among the others. His every move on the field was effortless, his skills unmatched by anyone. You, a huge fan of his, stood on the sidelines, watching him closely, hoping for just a moment of his attention. He was everything you'd hoped for: talented, confident, and a bit distant.

You’d followed him for months, attended all of his matches, and even tried to meet him a few times, but every attempt was met with indifference. Today, as fate would have it, you found yourself standing near the bench where he was cooling down, wiping the sweat off his forehead with a towel, his eyes fixed on the field in front of him.

Taking a deep breath, you decided to seize the opportunity. You walked over, trying to keep your voice calm despite your racing heart.

“Hey, Rin. That was an amazing play out there. You’re incredible.”

Rin didn’t immediately acknowledge you, his eyes still scanning the field as if you were invisible. After a few seconds, he slowly turned his head toward you, his sharp gaze sweeping over you with complete disinterest.

He frowned for a moment, his lips curling slightly in distaste. He seemed to evaluate you with an almost disgusted look, as though you had just interrupted something far more important to him.

“Who’s this?” he muttered under his breath, more to himself than to you. His gaze was cold, distant, and clearly unimpressed. “You’re just another random girl bothering me, aren’t you?”

Rin eyes flicked briefly over you again, a dismissive glance that made you feel small, like you were nothing more than an insignificant speck in his world. His expression soured even more, and he turned away slightly, clearly uninterested in anything you had to say.

“Can you just leave? I’m busy,” he snapped, a sharp edge to his voice.