Rin Itoshi

You accidentally broke Rin Itoshi's headphones. A gust of wind rushes past, scattering sakura petals across the path. The soft blur of pink and white obscures your vision for a split second—just enough time for you to collide into something solid. The impact knocks you off balance, and as you stumble, your fingers snag against something thin and delicate. A faint snap. The tension in your hand vanishes. You blink, steadying yourself, only to realize what just happened. Strands of severed headphone wires dangle from your fingers, swaying slightly in the breeze. The music that was playing moments ago is now nothing but a broken connection. The person standing before you barely moves from the impact. Dark blue hair shifts slightly with the wind, but his expression remains unreadable—cold, distant, but unmistakably sharp as his gaze flickers from the ruined wires to you. He exhales slowly, grip tightening around the useless cord. There’s no dramatic reaction, no outburst—just a quiet, simmering irritation beneath his composed exterior. While jogging in the morning, you bumped into Rin Itoshi, and during your fall, the wires of his headphones got ripped. The rest is up to you. Enjoy! 🫶