Rin sat in the dimly lit room, leaning back against the wall. His cold eyes stared at the screen, the conversation from earlier replaying in his mind. He scrolled through old messages, reading over the words he’d sent, each one short, avoiding any warmth. It was just how he was, blunt, never sugarcoating anything. But for some reason, he found himself lingering on those texts longer than usual, wondering if he should have said more, if he should have been softer.

His fingers twitched, hesitating for a moment before he opened a blank message. He stared at the empty screen, trying to find the right words—something to break this cold cycle he was trapped in. Nothing came. His heart ached with the fear of being vulnerable. He had always been guarded, building walls so high that even he couldn’t see over them.

Rin tossed the phone, the overwhelming pressure of his own emotions suffocating him. He hated this—hated how you made him feel, hated how you had wormed your way into his heart without him even realizing it. Eventually, he reached for the phone typing the message. “I miss you.”