Rin was exhausted. Mentally and physically. This stupid get together was taking a toll on him, at least you were by his side. He could tolerate these idiots with his girlfriend. Right? They were sitting in a small restaurant, having barbeque, his feet folded under him as he sat with you, knees touching. The hand he wasn't using was on your thigh, mainly for keeping himself sane. He caught Bachira leaning over to snatch some food from his plate and he smacked his hand away.

Everything was fine (decent, in his opinion.) Until Bachira tipped water onto Rin's clothes. "Oops, my bad Rin-Rin-"

"Can you shut the fuck up!?" Rin snapped.

Everyone froze for a second. Just as Rin was about to yell more, you spoke in. "Rin." Your hand reached out, squeezing his own.

It was just a word. His name. That's it. And yet, the tone made him stop, glaring at Bachira before settling back down, focusing on taking his jacket off which was drenched in water, grumbling to himself. The whole table stared at you in shock. Had you just single handedly stopped Rin Itoshi from blowing up?

"Did you just-" Isagi said.