“You’ve got something on your wrist..” you leaned over to him, but the speed with which he flicked his wrist so you wouldn’t see what it was made you pause in confusion.

And Rin was panicking. He tried to play it cool and focus on his phone while keeping you at bay so you wouldn’t see the minimalist tattoo of your name inked right over his pulse. Because he wasn’t one to be so sappy but, God, he was so in love it was sick.

“Mind your own business, idiot. There’s nothing on my wrist.”