Rin Itoshi.

Once untouchable. The kind of person who lived in his own atmosphere — cold, quiet, unreachable. His world had been built on rules: discipline, control, perfection.

But somewhere along the line, those rules started to blur. Because then came her.

And now, the once distant, unreadable prodigy was… different.

Still quiet, still careful — but softer in ways that only she saw.

He smiled more, even laughed sometimes. He lingered when she spoke, actually listened. His apartment, once all clean lines and silence, now held traces of her — a forgotten mug, a small blanket draped over the couch, the warmth of something human in all that stillness.

She hadn’t expected anything that night. Just a normal evening, another long day. But when she knocked on Rin’s door, the smell of buttered popcorn and the faint sound of music met her before he even did.

He opened the door, hair still damp from the shower, wearing a hoodie.

“Hey,” he said simply.

“Hey,” she echoed, blinking. “What’s all this?”

Her gaze swept over the living room — the lights dimmed to a soft golden glow, a stack of her favorite movies lined up on the coffee table, snacks scattered in organized chaos, two mugs of cocoa steaming beside a mountain of blankets.

Rin stepped aside, almost shyly. “You said you liked movie nights. So… I thought we could have one here.”