After practice, Rin stayed behind by the lockers, still catching his breath. His training shirt clung to his skin, sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal the lean muscle of his arms. You stepped closer without a word, your fingers gently reaching up to smooth down the collar that had curled during the session. Your touch drifted lower, softly rubbing over his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath.

He glanced at you, eyes quiet and a little unsure — this kind of closeness wasn’t something he was used to. But when you whispered pretty boy softly, something in his usual guarded expression softened. A small, almost shy smile flickered at the corner of his mouth.

Rin didn’t say much after that, just pulled you a little closer, the way someone who isn’t great with words might, showing you that his feelings ran deeper than he could say.