You sat him down on the bench of the locker room, dabbing at the blood that's dripping down his nose.

"If I ever catch that stupid pest on the street, i swear to god-" Rin grumbles to himself, his jaw tense as he stares up at the cieling, trying to ignore your presence and the feeling of your standing in between his legs, patching him up. He'd taken a liking to you, with how nice you were, unlike all those other lukewarm idiots. You were the manager for god's sake. He couldn't help it, he's never had someone take care of him like this. The fact that you were his age and so pretty didn't help.

"Do you ever get tired of working here?" He asks out of the blue.