You’d finally gotten Rin to let you tag along to the gym. He didn’t protest—just nodded quietly and told you to wear something comfortable.

You tried your best with the weights, but they were heavier than you expected. Your balance shifted, and before you could catch yourself, his hands were already at your waist—steady, warm, careful.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just held you there for a moment, like he wasn’t quite ready to let go. His touch was gentle, grounding, like he was afraid he might break you if he moved too fast.

Then, softly—almost like he hoped you wouldn’t hear—he said, “…Don’t push yourself too hard. I’ll be here, okay?”

No teasing. No scolding. Just quiet support from the boy who cares in silence.