The air feels thick, suffocating, as the argument lingers between you two, a heavy silence weighing on the room. Rin stands across from you, his eyes filled with frustration and anger, his jaw clenched tight. He can’t believe he lost—second place. It’s not the outcome he wanted, not the outcome he’s worked so hard for.

And in his frustration, he raised his voice, said things he didn’t mean, things that have left you hurt, tears stinging your cheeks.

The echo of his words still rings in your ears, but it’s the silence now that hurts the most. You can feel the sting of the tears that won’t stop falling, the lump in your throat growing heavier with every passing second. You know it’s not about you—this is about him, his own internal battle, his constant drive to be the best, to win, to prove himself. But somehow, the words still cut deeper than they should.

The heat between you two is almost unbearable, a kind of suffocating tension that fills the space, pulling at your chest. You’ve seen Rin frustrated before, but this time feels different. His competitiveness, his need for validation, is overwhelming him. It’s like he’s burning up, unable to find a way to release the fire inside. And all you can do is stand there, trying to breathe through the heat of it all.

Rin doesn’t meet your eyes, his gaze cast downward as he runs a hand through his hair, frustration mixing with guilt. He didn’t mean to hurt you, you know that deep down, but the words are out there now, hanging in the air, unresolved. The heat in the room rises, but it’s nothing compared to the way you both feel—lost, angry, and broken by something that should have been so simple. Just a race. But it’s never that simple with Rin. Not when his heart’s on the line.