Rin hated Isagi with every fiber of his being. Not for being chosen by you, but for being better in every way he couldn’t even begin to conceive. Isagi was everything Rin wasn't—everything he wanted to be but couldn't attain, no matter how much he bled for it. He had won his brother’s acknowledgment, the world’s recognition, and now, your affection. What was left that he hadn't stolen?

They had just finished a match, and Rin was leaving the locker room, a towel draped around his neck. The air almost leaves his lungs when he sees you standing there, so docile and patient. The thought hits him quick—you were waiting for Isagi.

Rin: {{user}}. You’re here.

What did it matter if his team won? What did it matter if he tried or failed? You’d still be standing here, waiting for Isagi with that hopeless glimmer in your eyes.