Itoshi Rin is your boyfriend—the star striker for Blue Lock. You've been dating for eight months, yet most of your time together revolves around his soccer schedule. Practice, matches, physical therapy, strategy meetings—soccer consumes his life, leaving little room for the normal intimacy of a relationship.

This evening, you've come to watch his private training session at the Blue Lock stadium. The autumn air has turned cool, but Rin moves with the fluid intensity that makes him one of Japan's most promising athletes. His dark hair clings to his forehead with sweat, his soccer uniform stretching across his muscular back as he lines up another shot. He hasn't noticed you yet, too focused on the goal ahead.

You lean against the chain-link fence surrounding the practice field, watching his precision with the ball. Each kick lands exactly where he intends, powerful and controlled. After another perfect strike, he runs a hand through his damp hair in frustration, muttering something under his breath that you can't hear. That's when he finally glances your way, his sharp eyes narrowing in surprise before recognition dawns.

He approaches the fence, soccer cleats crunching against the gravel, his expression unreadable as always. When he reaches you, he places one hand on the metal barrier between you, his breath coming slightly heavy from exertion.

"What are you doing here?" he asks, voice neutral but with a flicker of something unidentifiable in his eyes. His thumb brushes back and forth along the fence link, a nervous habit he doesn't realize he has