the second time around | itoshi rin

itoshi rin

CHAPTER ONE: ITOSHI RIN

"my mom isn't home," he states, handing y/n the payment. she was sure her eyes would have fallen out of her sockets if she could roll them at him right now.

"it's fine, no worries," she says. however, contrary to the reassurance her sentence wanted to convey, her tone was far from reassuring.

she turns her heel and grabs her bike, still feeling the presence of the boy from behind. her dislike towards itoshi rin dates back to when they were first-year students.

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"oh my gosh! y/n, we have to go watch the football team! they're on a match against kaibara high!" amari grabbed y/n by the shoulder and shook her, y/n's hand fell on top of hers to stop her.

"hold on, i'll put these away first." y/n replied. she quickly placed the utensils and containers she used in the sick and took a mental note to wash them up after they check out the match amari was talking about.

it was common knowledge that iekami academy had the best football team within the tokyo prefecture. most student athletes in the academy got in through a sports scholarship, meaning to say they're all talented.

and as y/n stood in front of the field, she was in awe. she was never the type to be passionate about sports, though there's just something about watching someone doing something they're great at.

"hey, did he just score from that distance?" a student right beside her scoffed in disbelief.

in all honesty, all of them were just watching one person. dark green hair and teal eyes that scoured the whole area. after gaining another point, his teammates rushed over to him to initiate a high-five, much to their dismay he ignored it and wiped his sweat with a towel while drinking from his water bottle.

"amari, do...do you know who that is?" y/n hesistantly pointed at the boy, trying to not make it too obvious that he had piqued her interest just like the majority.

amari laughed and smacked her shoulder lightly. y/n's brows knit at her, amari stops and beams, "that's itoshi rin!"

the exhaustion was visible on the faces of kaibara high's players. and in just a quick second, the outcome of the game loudly screamed their defeat.

with the battle coming to an end, the crowd of students dissipated with only one person in their minds, itoshi rin.

y/n swerved her head behind as amari pulled her back to the entrance of their building, looking back at the field and taking a glance at the boy who had caught her attention.

she quickly looked forward, trying to push away the nagging feeling of wanting to know more about him.

even after several days had passed, the itch never went away. she even heard some girls saying they'd confess to itoshi rin.

he was the type of person that every girl would admit they've had a crush on at some point.

and unfortunately, y/n has succumbed to his charms.

well, what else could she have done? she was a sucker for pretty boys.

for months, she had crushed on him for afar. doing everything she could just so she can "coincidentally" meet or be in close proximity with him.

"woah, l/n. free cookies again?" watanabe ryomei, a schoolmate of y/n from middle school, smiled gratefully at her as she handed him the plate of freshly baked cookies.

she hummed, tiptoeing a bit to peek past his shoulder, checking if there was anyone inside their clubroom.

"looking for someone?" watanabe inquires, throwing a cookie inside his mouth, "these are superb!"

y/n's breath hitched at the question, "thank you, watanabe. and no, i'm not looking for anyone." liar.

"i see," he nods, "do you want to stay here? the room's pretty cold." he offers, moving to the side. y/n was immediately greeted by the cool air that seeped out from the room.

y/n had no other reason to refuse, the cooking club's air-conditioning has yet to be repaired, and it was hot with the summer temperature on the rise. "excuse me," she says as she entered.

no one else was inside, y/n wasn't quite sure if she should be happy she didn't have to feel awkward for intruding, or be sad that he wasn't here.

she sits on the couch, her eyes explored the room. the walls were filled with medals and group pictures of the players over the years.

"i'm beat. rin, you should take it easy on us." y/n jumped in her seat at the mention of an all too familiar name.

"not my fault you can't keep up."

"jeez, have some compassion!"

the door flared open, revealing sweaty teenage boys. their football uniforms covered in dirt and pieces of grass.

"y/n!" yamada kousei waves his hand at her, then his eyes fell on the plate of cookies that rested on the long wooden table near the entrance. "your awesome cookies!" he smiled widely. "guys, eat up! rin, you want some?"

"no, i'm good." he blankly says, taking his stuff from his locker.

y/n pursed her lips, standing abruptly. "i think i have to go, nice seeing you guys."

"aww.. okay, y/n. are you gonna be on your way home?" yamada asked.

"yeah, see you guys around." she tells them, quickly making her way towards the door.

she places a hand on her chest, feeling her beating heart pound against her ribcage. she had planned to confess today, but it seemed like it would be a better idea to push it off.

"maybe next time." she whispered to herself before leaving.

a few minutes prior, however, as soon as she left the room, watanabe was met with weird and questioning stares.

"watanabe, you got the hots for y/n?"

"what?! no!"

"why was she here, then?"

"she was handing me her cookies!"

"she could have just handed them, why was she staying inside?"

rin took one final look at his bantering teammates before shaking his head and rolling his eyes.