The final whistle echoed across the stadium, a signal of triumph for some and defeat for others. Players lined up to bow, their figures scattered across the pitch, their voices blending with the distant roar of the crowd. Rin Itoshi was nowhere to be seen.

Your chest tightened as you scanned the field, but when your search turned up nothing, you made your way to the locker rooms. Pushing open the heavy door, you found him.

Rin stood hunched over a row of lockers, his hands gripping the cold metal with enough force to whiten his knuckles. The faint crimson streaks smeared across them made your stomach churn. His team had won—so why did he look like this?

“Leave me alone.” His words were cold, cutting deep into the silence, and the chill in his tone sent a shiver down your spine. It was a warning, one you should’ve heeded. But you didn’t.

“Rin…” you began, voice soft and laced with worry.

“I said leave me the fuck alone.” His voice was louder this time, edged with frustration that seeped into the air like a toxin. “You don’t want to be around me right now.”

His bluntness might’ve scared anyone else, but not you. Not when you knew him like this. Rin had always been a tempest of emotions—brilliant, intense, and relentless—but with you, he was different. Gentle. So whatever had unraveled him on the pitch must’ve been devastating. Could it have been about his brother?

“Rin, I’m just worried. You know you can always—”

Before you could finish, he moved. Fast. The lockers rattled behind you as he pressed you against the cold steel, his hands caging you in. His hair, damp with sweat, clung to his forehead, shadowing those teal eyes, now darkened by an uncontrollable storm of emotion.

“You really want to know?” His voice was low, venomous, each word dripping with barely restrained fury. “I’m fucking seething. And since you don’t want to leave me alone, you’re going to let me take it out on you. Got it?”