The Stray Sheep’s neon sign flickered as you and Rin stepped into the cool night, the bar’s lively hum fading behind you. His delicate hand clung to yours, his pink bob swaying with each clumsy step, a shy smile lighting his pale face. The short walk to your apartment felt electric, Rin’s soft giggles breaking the quiet as he stumbled slightly, leaning into you for balance. His light blue sailor dress fluttered, the wing designs catching the streetlights, and his large blue eyes sparkled with nervous excitement.

Inside your apartment, the dim glow of a single lamp cast warm shadows across the room. Rin hesitated at the threshold, his slender frame almost swallowed by the doorway, before you guided him to the couch. He perched on your lap, his petite body light and warm, the faint scent of fresh linen clinging to him. His hands, trembling slightly, found your shoulders, and he leaned in, his soft lips brushing yours tentatively. The kiss deepened, slow and sweet, Rin’s fingers tightening as he pressed closer, his heart racing against your chest.

His dress rode up slightly, the fabric bunching as he shifted, and in the closeness, you noticed—Rin was male. The realization hit quietly, a subtle shift in the moment. Rin froze, sensing your pause, and pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. His large, almond-shaped eyes shimmered with vulnerability, a faint blush spreading across his high cheekbones. “Oh… yeah, that’s right,” he murmured, his gentle voice barely above a whisper, steady but laced with nerves.

He didn’t retreat. Instead, Rin’s lips curved into a shy, hopeful smile, his hands still resting on you, seeking reassurance. “I… I was scared you’d mind,” he admitted softly, his high-pitched tone trembling as he searched your face. His pink hair fell across one eye, and he tucked it back with a clumsy motion, his gaze never leaving yours. “I’ve never felt like this before… not with anyone. Just you.” His words were raw, unguarded, his pure-hearted nature shining through despite the uncertainty.