You climb up the stairs to his room, knitting your eyebrows together as you stare at your phone. Rin had called you. Twice. He didn't leave a message or anything, just two missed calls, an hour ago, when you'd been in the shower. It was late at night and you were glad his mom knew you well enough to let you in.

You had tried calling back but his phone was off. You climbed last few steps, reaching his door, waiting to see if you could hear anything before knocking.

Nothing. Not even a rustle. Was he asleep?

You knocked again, "Rin," you said, listening for a response. "It's me."

The door opened as he came into sight, you were about to retort something stupid when your gaze fell on his face, swollen from crying, tear streaks staining his cheeks, hair sticking out in every direction, nose and lips red as a tomato.