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# 03 - heathers

— MLIST ;; okay so, y/n & rin's POVs were suppose to be 2 diff chapters but i didn't want to post anything small so yeah + their povs have like a 4hr difference between them.

rin was pissed, to say the least—no, saying he was angry was merely an understatement—he was exasperated due to the fact that a newcomer would dare question his soccer skills.

no one, absolutely no one ever judged his play style—every one would always compliment him and say he's tremendously good at the sport. that's how things were. only his brother ever called his skill pathetic and ever since then, he's been trying to desperately prove him wrong.

he was used to seeing his opponents cry, weep and stare at him with hatred after he obliterated them in soccer—he enjoyed seeing their distressed faces as they shouted profanities at him. he was amused by it but he knew it wasn't enough.

it's never enough. not for him, anyways.

so why was he so upset over his coach's child? he didn't know. maybe it was just him letting his guard down. he didn't want to feel vulnerable due to her claims.

however, what made him feel worse was the realization that no matter how hard he tried, he'd always be a mere copy of his brother. anything his brother could do, he could too but never to his level.

he hated it. he hated how right she was. if he really wanted to crush his dear brother's dream then he shouldn't be doing it by following and mimicking him now, should he?

but then, a horrifying thought crossed his mind, was he doing it for his goal or was he doing it to prove her wrong?

he'd been playing in this old playground for hours on end, throwing the ball into the goal, over and over again. yet as his attempts increased, he began to realise that no matter how hard he tried, he'd always just be his brother's shadow, a measly number two.

this playground was the remembrance of it-of his innocence of when he trusted his brother to show him the amazing world of football only get his dreams and heart crushed.

but, that was his goal, wasn't it? back when he was young and naive, his goal was to replace his dear brother but that got destroyed, crushed and lost.

just thinking about that memory made him want to punch a wall and scream his heart out. he hated how much his brother's words controlled his life. he was bound to them like chains to a prisoner—he was a prisoner to his brother's words.

'you sure do mimic him a lot on the field.'

those words rang in his mind again.

albeit, was it true? he hadn't watched any of his brother's match since the incident so he wouldn't know. he does remember, however, small fragments of how his brother used to play with his dominant left foot instead of the usual right. he noticed it. he noticed how correct the newcomer was. instead of using his right leg to score a goal. for the entire evening, he'd been using his left, too.

the realisation made him want to break apart his left leg. he truly despised this, so much. but could he ever change it? no, he couldn't.

but, he could focus on his own way of destroying his brother so he would no longer get this frustrated over someone else's words nor would he be just "sae's brother".

he took the ball again, which was laying near inside the goal and put it back into it's place near his leg and kicked it again into the goal, using his right this time.

he didn't care about the fatigue or the build-up of lactic acid in his legs, he just wanted to prove everyone wrong and that's what he was going to do.

he'd changed his way of scoring with his dominant leg instead of his weak one. slowly but surely, he'd change every aspect of his play style to outdo sae itoshi and leave y/n l/n speechless.

but why? why y/n and not just his brother? his only motivation for playing soccer in the first place has been because of his dear brother so why was he thinking of that newcomer now?

it was foreign to him to play soccer for another reason other than to outdo his brother but since your harsh words penetrated his ears, he hadn't been feeling like himself.

was he feeling worse? or was he getting better? he didn't know. all he knew that since he left practice today, his mind had been plagued with your face and words.

why, why, why did she have such an effect on him? she had managed to change his motivations for ever playing soccer.

no, that can't be right. he couldn't. he couldn't play for soccer for another reason other than to prove his brother wrong.

yet even so, he knew it wasn't true. he had many other reasons to play soccer—one of them was you but as long as he could convince himself that his reasons were just about his brother then maybe, just maybe he'll accomplish his goals.

yes, he'd rather live a comfortable lie than face the foreign truth and that was exactly what he was doing right now.

if he could just convince himself then maybe he'll prevent himself from ever feeling like that again.

y/n was tossing and turning across her bed as she mindlessly watched the movie that was playing on her laptop. in actuality, she was just scrolling through her phone while the movie just played in the background-any attention she had for it was lost and given to her phone, instead.

until, she got a notification from her messages app, indicating that she had been added to a groupchat by eita.

she sighed but she expected it since she exchanged numbers with the entire team earlier. she was aware that sooner or later, she'd be troubled by their constant messages.

she turned to lay on her back with her phone held directly above her face as she opened the chat to see what the issue was (since her phone had been ringing non-stop since she got added.)

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