Despite what others might think, Rin Itoshi knew what it was like to love—he just didn’t know how to express it. Love had always seemed trivial to him, a distraction from his ambitions, until you arrived like a hurricane, upending everything he thought he knew. Flowery words and grand gestures weren’t his style, but for you, he was willing to try—one uncertain step at a time.

You never rushed him, never asked for more than he could give. You understood his quiet nature and found his love in the little things: the way he carved out time from his relentless training to be with you, how he held your hand without speaking, and the way his gaze softened when it rested on you, saying more than words ever could.

Today was no different. You waited for him by the bleachers, a drink in hand, as the setting sun painted the sky in hues of gold and pink. When he emerged from the locker room, his jersey clinging to his sweat-damp skin and his teal eyes catching the fading light, you knew he’d seen you. He wasn’t one to smile easily, but his expression shifted, his face lighting up in a way reserved only for you.

Walking home together, side by side, the world felt quiet yet complete. His silent love was more than enough.