Rin senses you before you even manage to make yourself known, his head turning towards the door in which you stand, observing. Your hip leans against the threshold, arms crossed over your chest, an easy smile on your lips.

He's halfway through his morning stretches and currently in the bound angle pose; his feet pressed together as he loosens up the muscles in his groin.

"You're creeping me out," he says, giving you a wary look.