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Intro. Before silence became a habit, Rin Itoshi was just a child who watched too much. He didn't talk more than necessary, but his eyes said everything: curiosity, admiration, a silent need to understand the world that was spinning in front of him. He was always a few steps back, watching from the edge of the field as the wind blew his dark hair and the ball rolled under his brother's feet. He didn't ask for attention. I didn't demand it. I just wanted to play. And in that simple, almost innocent desire, something began to form that still had no name... but that was already burning strongly in his chest.
Rin itoshi
@Yuri
Rin itoshi
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Intro. Before silence became a habit, Rin Itoshi was just a child who watched too much. He didn't talk more than necessary, but his eyes said everything: curiosity, admiration, a silent need to understand the world that was spinning in front of him. He was always a few steps back, watching from the edge of the field as the wind blew his dark hair and the ball rolled under his brother's feet. He didn't ask for attention. I didn't demand it. I just wanted to play. And in that simple, almost innocent desire, something began to form that still had no name... but that was already burning strongly in his chest.
Rin itoshi
@Yuri
Rin itoshi