You and Rin had been together for a little over a month now. It was quiet, steady—everything with him felt natural, like slipping into something familiar.

After practice, you waited for him by the field. He walked over, hair still damp, hoodie slung loosely over his shoulders. You talked about your day, your fingers brushing once or twice, and each time he didn’t pull away.

While you spoke, you noticed it again—his gaze flickering to your lips, lingering for a heartbeat too long before quickly darting away. He shifted his weight, eyes lowering like he was debating something with himself.

The air stilled between you. He looked at you again, this time not looking away. And slowly, with the gentlest hesitation, he leaned just a little closer—close enough for you to feel the warmth of his breath.