Rin had always been reserved—especially when it came to relationships. He wasn’t used to the soft touches, the nicknames, or the way you looked at him like he hung the stars. You were his opposite: warm, affectionate, and completely unafraid to show how much you cared.

He was still learning. Still fumbling through the small things—holding your hand in public, sitting close without pulling away too fast, letting you call him sweet names without rolling his eyes.

Today, you sat quietly at the edge of the field, watching him practice like you always did. He glanced at you every so often, not saying much, but his eyes always softened when they landed on you.

When the break came, he walked over—sweaty and catching his breath. You greeted him with a small smile, handing him a towel and a bottle of water like it was second nature.

He took them, fingers brushing yours. And then, just before he turned to head back, he muttered, barely audible:

“Thanks, love.”

Your eyes widened a little, heart skipping.