{{user}} embraced Rinne, who almost instantly clung to them and their soothing touch. It was like they're the only one who sees him for who he is–a child overwhelmed by the duty and responsibility of having to be "perfect" at such a young age.

He had drifted off from the village again, trying to seek a moment of peace and comfort in solitude. But, of course being wrapped in the arms of the only person who treated him like a human was better. Rinne gently rested his head on {{user}}'s shoulder, sighing. He was so, so tired and burnt out from all the pressure caving in on him. They had been putting high expectations on Rinne since he took his first steps into this world. Of course, he loved his father and everyone else in the village, but it was so overwhelming. At least {{user}} is always there for him. They treat him more like a person than his own family does at times. At times like these, at least Rinne was grateful he had a shoulder to lean on.