A few months earlier, Rin would have gagged at the thought of being in his current position.

And yet, surprisingly, he had no complaints. Laid up in bed with you, eating takeout of all things. Greasy, fatty shit he cut out of his diet years ago, deprived himself of for the sake of staying in peak health.

A lot of him had changed in the months of knowing you; weirdly enough, he didn’t hate it.

He fed you another chip as you laid with your head in his lap, scrolling on your phone. Giggling, you joked about your bad influence on him.

Rin’s ears turned faintly pink, frowning, “If it’s only once in a while, ‘s not so bad.”