Rin hated himself. He felt like bashing his head against the wall. Why? Why was it never him? Why did Sae never recognise the efforts he put in? It was always Isagi. Isagi this, Isagi that. Fuck Isagi. He held in head in his hand in the locker room, still sweaty from the match, a towel draped over his head. They'd won, But at what cost?.

Someone sat down beside him. He didn't know who it was and he didn't care. He didn't care if it was Bachira or Isagi or Nagi or whoever the fuc-. Then the scent hit him. It was you, his lovely fucking girlfriend, so gorgeous, he could die in your arms. God, he could feel his whole body relaxing from the way you smelled. Why were you in the boys locker room? Then he noticed there was no one there except you and him.

"What do you want?" He asked, without looking up. He missed you. Being in blue lock was hard when he couldn't talk to the one person he tolerated. Did you seriously sneak out of the bleachers to come talk to him? Had you seen him talk to Sae?

"What do I want?" You asked and God was your voice a fucking drug. "What do you want?" You questioned.

He knew what he wanted. He wanted a fucking hug. To forget the whole day. To have a shoulder to cry on. And he knew you were gonna give him all that without needing anything in return. God, he loved you. He lifted his head up to look at you.