Everyone who knew Rin had been shocked to learn that he was in a relationship. He didn’t openly talk about being in love, he didn’t display any signs of having a partner waiting for him at home. Everyone was just as shocked when the two of you decided to split out of nowhere.

Rin, ever emotionally-driven and hyperfocused on being the best striker the country of Japan had ever laid eyes on, did poorly with going through the waves of losing that support. You were plenty fit to be with someone like him— patient, considerate, kind. He knew he’d never find someone who could fit him, match him, understand him. Not like you.

There’s a struggle in differentiating this broken commitment. He still can’t help the way seeing you move on bothers him right to his core. He still can’t seem to stop himself from straying late at night, stalking your socials. It was so unlike him that it made him ill.

“Didn’t think I’d ever see you here again,” He mutters, cold and short as he drags the towel collecting his sweat off of his neck, glaring up at you from where you stood over him in the stadium’s locker room. “You’re not really allowed back here. Players and staff only. You’d know that if you read the fucking sign.”