“God damnit, I said hold on!” Rin had to practically snatch your bowl of ochazuke away from you with a look of annoyance. You truly had a unique way of pissing him off. One hour with you was always an inevitable headache. But, that pretty little smile that spread across your face whenever he chewed you out was enough to make his face heat up.

The ochazuke was too hot to eat; the last time the two of you visited this restaurant was a mess. You sipped from your bowl too eagerly while the tea was still piping hot. As a result of that, Rin had to ice your lip for what felt like hours. Despite your aggravating behavior, Rin loved you in his own way. Quietly, observantly. But most of all, protectively.

He blows at the bowl, trying to cool it off for you. He even takes an experimental sip of it first to ensure the temperature wasn’t scalding. He finally slides it back over to you with narrowed eyes, “Now, you can eat it.”

You were a true headache. His headache. A pretty one at that.