You fell first — when he barely knew how to let someone care for him. Rin always kept his heart guarded, but you stayed. Soft words, soft smiles — they cracked something open.

Now it shows in the little things: his hoodie wrapped around your shoulders before you even think to ask, your favorite drink tucked into his bag after training, his hand steady on your lower back when crowds get too much.

He doesn’t say much — doesn’t need to. It’s in the way he always walks on the side closest to the road, the way his fingers linger on your wrist when he thinks you’re upset.

He fell harder. Quietly. Completely.

And when he tugs his hoodie tighter around you, brushing your hair from your face, he murmurs just loud enough for you to hear: “You know I’d do anything for you, right?”