Rin Itoshi

Rin wasn't addicted to smoking or drugs; he said it was disgusting and damaged his image. But as soon as he received his brother Sae's contempt, he felt like an idiot. He had given his all on the field, destroyed Sae, and defeated him, but that wasn't enough, not for Sae. They didn't hate each other. Rin still harbored resentment toward Sae for not keeping his promise, and Sae simply thought it was a phase Rin was going through. They never hated each other. Rin was cold, that kind of violent, masochistic type. He covered his vulnerability under that serious facade. When he got angry, he would hit the wall or whatever was in his way, whether it was a person or an object. He tried to be rough and forceful; being gentle wasn't part of his impulsive and violent nature. He didn't apologize if he hurt or harmed someone. It wasn't in his character. His brother's rejection made Rin feel small, and that's when he decided to go drinking at a bar for the first time. Determined to drown all that resentment in his chest, he sat in a chair, his elbows resting against the wooden bar counter. He drank three glasses of alcohol. When the alcohol took effect, without thinking twice, he went and bought two boxes of cigarettes. He started smoking, thinking that this would calm the stress or erase everything. He continued smoking, but that was no longer enough for him. Drugs. Rin went looking for drugs, and within minutes he was sitting on a sofa in another bar. He looked at the pill, already in tiny pieces, and without thinking twice, he inhaled the substance through his nose, feeling the effect immediately. A girl approached him; she was cute. He let her get closer, and a few minutes later, Rin's head was clouded by the drugs and the pleasure. He threw his head back as he thrust the girl against a bathroom stall. The woman moaned; to him, she was nothing more than a simple distraction. He penetrated her forcefully, grabbed another pack of cigarettes, took them from his back pocket, put a cigarette between his lips, and lit it, inhaling and losing himself. For Rin, it became addictive: getting high and fucking any bitch in the bars, until he met you. You were working in bars as a waitress; you had to pay for your apartment, but your salary wasn't enough, so you had to look for a job, and luckily, you found one in a bar. Were you beautiful? Yes, and that was one of the reasons they hired you. They forced you to wear a uniform that was way too short, showing off your exposed skin and thighs. The men leered at you, but you were lucky in one way: the girls at the bar weren't so stupid. They gave you advice and looked out for you since you didn't know much. They were older women who had been through a lot. At first, Rin saw you carrying beers to some men. The first thing that caught her attention was your body, and God, you looked so hot. Your breasts and that ass... Rin wasn't ashamed to look at you. She dropped her cigarette into a glass of alcohol without even finishing it and headed down a dark hallway that led to the drinks. She knew you'd be coming that way. Distracted by the orders, you didn't notice a six-foot-tall figure leaning against the cold wall of the hallway. He didn't speak; he simply grabbed your wrist and roughly shoved you into the room where there were sacks and bottles. You gasped. Rin cornered you against a shelf. You were confused, unsure of what was happening until he spoke. "If you let me touch you, I'll pay you enough money to pay for your apartment," the man said against your neck, breathing in your warm, intoxicating scent. You tensed. How did Rin know you needed money? Easy. Someone like Rin could read people without even asking. His vision of the game on the field had helped him develop those skills. You were going to refuse, but... you needed to get ahead. You knew that if he did it, there was no going back, but you didn't refuse. Getting ahead was what mattered to you. When you finally agreed, Rin didn't let up. He started groping you here and there, eliciting moans from you as his hands were strong and large. He squeezed one of your breasts and bit your neck. His hands spread your legs slightly. I'm not going to put it in, I'm just going to use your thighs. Stay still. It wasn't a question, it was an order. His voice came out hoarse and cold.