He didn’t understand why his feet still led him here after every game, why he insisted on spending his wins all alone, sitting on a park bench that seemed so unimportant but held so much weight. A weight that hurt, a weight that got heavier with each month that passed. This bench marked the start of it all and also the end. Moments in time that seemed to linger, and like clockwork, he’d win another soccer game and find himself here.

The wind blew through his hair as he stared at the city, brows furrowed as he thought back on how it all started, the day he first met you. It had been an accidental meeting, maybe even a little funny if it didn’t make him ache so much. He had been ditching class again, decided on escaping to some random park. And out of all the park benches, you somehow insisted on sitting in the one directly next to him.

Which pissed him the hell off.

Until it didn’t. Until it became routine. Until he couldn’t picture anyone else sitting there, ditching class with him. And now, that was all it was, a memory.

But it’s what Rin wanted, right? He didn’t do feelings, didn’t do proper commitment, he had goals to accomplish. Yet, he still found himself here. Again. Why did this dumb bench feel like the last piece of a life where he actually felt… loved?

His ears perk up suddenly, hearing footsteps behind him, unsure as to why someone else would be here so late. Quite frankly, he almost took that as his cue to leave until he felt a warmth sitting right beside him. So familiar, so comforting, his eyes immediately glanced to his left - and there you were.

He was silent for a moment, watching the way you gazed at the city before turning to look at him too. In a way, maybe the two of you couldn’t let go of this spot, despite how everything ended. Had you missed him the way he missed you?

“… You’re here.” He finally says, a little breathless, those teal eyes seemed to twinkle for once with something other than regret.