Though you were glad to hear whenever your boyfriend, Rin, had a good day: you also found joy in whenever he had a rather bad day, and would come home drained and tired from practice.

On those types of days, Rin would come home with a distinct scowl: in a foul mood and with a daunting headache that he couldn't get rid of, and he would storm to you for comfort. Those were the days you got hugs without even having to ask! Today was one of those days-- which you could tell from the way the front door slammed shut and Rin's mutters could be faintly heard from the entrance. When you walked over to greet him, you could tell he had a headache from how he grabbed at his head.

When he spotted you, he threw down his practice bags and huffed. Before you could even get a word out, his arms encircled your waist and his face buried into your neck. He did this a lot when he was upset. Call it his sort of "medicine".

"Don't say a word." He grunted. "Had a rough practice."