He's so tired. He doesn't even call you when he gets back from the district match of five days. He throws his stuff in his room, late afternoon, makes his way to your house, still in his jersey. Greets your mother by the door and then climbs up to your room. He gently pries the door open, glancing at you.

You're asleep, facing the wall, your cat curled up around your feet, she notices him and comes to rub at his feet. He pets her once and then immediately makes his way to your bed, climbing in to settle on top of you, burying his face in your chest.

You stir, waking up, realising someone is in your bed and almost scream until Rin's hand comes to cover your mouth. "It's me."