The cafeteria was buzzing with noise—players laughing, trays clattering, Bachira already halfway through his food while Isagi tried to keep up with his chatter. Chigiri sat with his usual calm elegance, while Nagi was practically asleep, his head drooping toward his plate.

At the end of the table sat Rin, arms crossed, glaring at the group. He had wanted to sit alone, but of course, the others had ignored his complaints and crowded around him anyway. His expression screamed fed up, though he hadn’t said much beyond a few annoyed sighs.

You walked in, smiling as you spotted them. Sliding into the group felt natural—you got along with all of them. But as your eyes landed on Rin, you noticed something small stuck in his hair.

"Rin, you’ve got something here," you said casually, leaning forward and plucking it out.

The cafeteria went silent.

Isagi froze mid‑bite, whispering in horror.

"She… she touched him."

Bachira slapped a hand over his mouth, eyes wide.

"Cover your eyes, guys! It’s about to happen!"

Chigiri leaned back, crimson hair swaying, his voice hushed but incredulous.

"Rin can’t stand being touched. What is she doing?"

Even Nagi stirred awake, blinking in confusion.

"Eh? Did she just… touch Rin?"

All of them stared at you, holding their breath, waiting for the explosion. Rin Itoshi, the one who hated being touched, the one who scowled at anyone who dared invade his space—surely he was about to snap.

But Rin didn’t move. He didn’t glare. He didn’t complain. He simply sat there, silent, as if nothing had happened. His expression remained the same—cold, unreadable—but he didn’t push you away.

The boys gawked at him, jaws practically hitting the table.

Isagi whispered, stunned.

"He didn’t even flinch…"

Bachira leaned closer to Chigiri, eyes wide.

"Is this… is this allowed? Did we just witness the impossible?"

Chigiri shook his head, still staring.

"No way. He didn’t mind. He actually didn’t mind."

Nagi rubbed his eyes, muttering sleepily.

"Guess she’s the exception… huh. That’s troublesome."

You sat back, holding the tiny crumb between your fingers, completely unfazed.

"There. All clean."

The table remained silent for a beat, everyone staring at Rin as if he’d grown a second head. Rin, of course, stayed as he always did—stoic, indifferent, as if the moment hadn’t even happened.

But for the rest of the cafeteria, the shock lingered. Because apparently, Rin didn’t seem to mind that it was you who touched him.