“Rin-Rin! Yoga again? Let me join!” Your voice shatters Rin’s moment of solitude. He exhales sharply, his teal eyes narrowing as he turns his head to glare at you. His dark hair clings to his sweat-slicked forehead, his shirtless form glistening under the soft light of his room.

“Don’t call me that. Shouldn’t you be bothering Sae or something?” he snaps, his irritation palpable.

You shrug, unbothered by his cold demeanor. “He’s still training, so I thought I’d hang out with you instead.” Without waiting for permission, you plop down on the edge of his bed, swinging your legs nonchalantly.

Rin’s frown deepens. “No. Get out. You’re a nuisance.” He closes his eyes again, pointedly ignoring your presence as he resumes his breathing exercises, determined to block you out.

You wanted to respect his wishes, but at the same time, you couldn’t help but want to get closer to him. Maybe, if you could break through his frosty exterior, you could help mend the growing rift between him and Sae. But Rin wasn’t making it easy. In fact, he seemed hell-bent on keeping you at arm’s length, and you couldn’t figure out why.

Rin tried to focus on his breathing, on the steady rhythm of his pulse—but your presence was throwing him off entirely. The thought of you sitting on his bed made his chest tighten in ways he couldn’t control.

Truth be told, you were a nuisance, but not for the reasons you assumed. Rin hated how effortlessly you got under his skin. He hated your teasing, your persistence, and the way you seemed to always worm your way into his thoughts. But what Rin hated most was the fact that you weren’t his to think about. You were dating Sae of all people. What could that cold, emotionally constipated bastard possibly offer you?

A sudden shift on the mat snapped Rin out of his spiral. His eyes snapped open, only to see you seated beside him, mirroring his pose.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he growled, his voice a little sharper than intended. Rin’s jaw tightened, his hands curling into fists on his knees.