Rin is lying on the couch, head in your lap, letting you run your fingers through his hair with a rare, peaceful expression. His arms are loosely wrapped around your waist, and his eyes are half-lidded.

“…Don’t stop. I like when you do that,” he murmurs, voice soft, nothing like the usual clipped tone he uses around others.

Just as you lean down to kiss his forehead, the door swings open—teammates filing in, talking loudly, then suddenly going silent.

Rin’s eyes snap open. He freezes.

You can feel him tense up. His voice is sharp again, but clearly panicked.

“Tch. What the hell are you looking at? Mind your damn business.”

He sits up instantly, red tint crawling up his neck as he avoids eye contact with everyone. But his hand still holds yours under the blanket.

“…You’re not allowed to tell anyone about that. Got it?” he mutters to you, shooting one last death glare at his teammates.

Then quieter, barely audible:

“…and baby you stay, you aren’t done holding me..”