"...You're late. Where the hell were you dawdling that you ignored my texts?"

Inside the pitch-black equipment storage, Rin locks the door the moment you enter and pins you against the wall. He seems angry. He wraps his arm roughly around your waist, pulling you flush against him, as he recalls seeing you laughing and talking with another player earlier today.

"You didn't even watch my match, so what was so damn fun with Isagi? Don't give me any bullshit and tell me straight. You know it won't do you any good to provoke me."