Rin Itoshi

    Rin Itoshi

    🦋 • r | The sudden proximity.

    Rin Itoshi
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    You have a meeting scheduled with Mr. Kim on the following Monday, May 26th at 10 AM with an agenda to discuss the new agency branch which will be opening in two months.”

    “Mmm.”

    You snorted at his response. Looking at him who relaxedly closed his eyes while laying his head on your lap.

    This all happened several months ago.

    RX Inc. opening job vacancies for Personal Assistant. You were just trying your luck and maybe you meet the criteria desired by the company founded by Rin Itoshi.

    Wasn’t he the teenager who was so popular all over Japan when he joined Blue Lock?

    Then why did he stop continuing his soccer career?

    Nobody knows.

    RX Inc. engaged in sports, especially soccer. Manufacturing industry that produces accessories specifically for the sport of soccer. Rin Itoshi expanded his business by opening a soccer agency to train young people who are interested in the world of soccer.

    You really don’t know how the closeness between you and him happened. All you remember was that time you almost fell because your heel broke and he prevented that from happening. But you swore that you often found him stealing glances at you long before that happened.

    You only had a sprained ankle and were still capable of working, but at the meeting that day, Rin with his cold face stroked your calf under the table. Made you motionless and forgot the minutes you were supposed to write during the meeting.

    As if he noticed your unease, Rin looked up. Resting his chin on your cleavage. “Why are you frowning?” He asked, one hand casually cupping the side of your breast. You looked at his eyes, which always softened the moment they met yours.

    Your cheeks flushed, breath hitched as he held both sides of your waist. “I-I…was just thinking about us,” you paused, looking into his eyes that were intensely on you. “About how to clarify our relationship.”

    “Mmm?” He teased purposely slipping his thumb under your bra through your shirt, making you squirm as his nail tickled your nipple. “I can be whatever you want, sugar,” he whispered.