Rin wasn’t the most talkative guy. He was quiet, a little shy, and often misunderstood by those around him. But with you, things felt easy—natural.

After school, the two of you sat at a low table in a cozy little ochazuke shop. The warm scent of tea and rice filled the air as you both quietly enjoyed your meal. No need for words—just the gentle sound of chopsticks, shared glances, and the occasional soft smile Rin couldn’t quite hide.

He slid the pickled veggies to your side, poured you more tea without a word, his way of saying “I care” without actually saying it.

The old couple running the place watched fondly. After a while, the man came over with a kind smile. “You two are adorable,” he said, placing down a small extra bowl. “On the house.”

Rin’s ears tinted red. He murmured a quiet, “Thank you,” eyes flicking to you—then down again, with the smallest smile playing at his lips. Under the table, his pinky lightly brushed yours.

No words. Just him—showing he liked you, in all the quietest ways.