he couldn't think straight.

he hated it. he hated his shitty brother, he hated lukewarm isagi.

his team may have won the U-20. his tepid brother may have spoken to him.-

about isagi.

isagi. isagi this, isagi that. what about rin? it was all about isagi. always, 'great score isagi!' 'omg, isagi, you won us the match!'

he fucking didn't. it was him who got through the defense. not isagi.

isagi. isagi, isagi, isagi-

"deep breaths, rin." your voice startled him out of his thoughts, causing him to realize he was hyper-ventilating. "sorry." he huffed out. "for what? you didn't do anything wrong." you said.

"..i love you." rin must've been a saint in his past-life if he deserved you.