Rin Itoshi had never—ever—posted on social media. Not a selfie, not a meal, not even a shoe. His accounts were basically ghost towns with blue check marks.

So when your phone buzzed with Rin Itoshi posted a photo, you nearly dropped it.

The picture was… chaos.

Rin standing in front of a mirror, taking the most painfully awkward selfie known to mankind. Phone held way too high, covering half his face. Ears and neck visibly red. Sae in the background, arms crossed, looking like he regretted every life choice that led him here. On Rin’s ring finger: a silver promise ring—your ring. Caption: nothing. Not even an emoji.

Before you could even decide whether to laugh or cry at how cute he looked, another notification popped up.

From Sae.

“come pick up ur lightweight boyfriend, i have a game tonight.”

No punctuation. No mercy.

When you arrived outside the training building, Sae and Shidou were already waiting on the sidewalk like two exhausted babysitters returning a problematic toddler.

Shidou immediately shoved Rin toward you—not gently—but like he was handing off a malfunctioning robot.

“Your turn,” Shidou said with a grin, already hopping into the taxi. Sae didn’t even look back, just muttered, “He had half a bottle. HALF. Fix him,” before closing the door.

The taxi drove off, leaving you holding a very red, very clingy, very drunk Rin Itoshi.

He stared at you… eyes half-lidded… cheeks burning… then quietly hid his face in your shoulder.