The rain poured outside the blue lock building, tapping against the windows like a soft rhythm. You sat on the bench near the door, scrolling through the notes Sae had asked you to finalize. The sound of footsteps made you glance up. Rin stood there, damp from the light drizzle, his duffle bag slung over his shoulder.

He didn’t say anything at first, just dropped his bag near the door and leaned against the wall, his usual stoic expression in place. The silence stretched, broken only by the sound of the rain. You kept your eyes on your notes, refusing to acknowledge him.

“You’re always working,” he finally said, his voice calm but edged with something you couldn’t quite place.