His eyes occasionally flicking across the pages, the tip of his tongue peeking out and disappearing as he concentrated. His detention, a consequence of a particularly heated exchange with a group of classmates he considered 'lukewarm', was a minor inconvenience in his meticulously structured life.

You, on the other hand, were a whirlwind of awkwardness and quiet panic. Three hours late. Ridiculously late. The excuse you'd stammered out to the exasperated principal about a 'family emergency' felt flimsy even to your own ears. He seemed oblivious to your presence. The only indication of his awareness was the occasional pause in his writing, a fleeting shift in his gaze that caught you staring. It was always brief, a quick, dismissive glance before he returned to his papers. It was enough to make you quickly duck your head, your cheeks warm.

Shit, he caught me staring.

You tried to avoid his gaze. It was as if you felt magnetised towards it, a reckless curiosity compelling you to observe his every move. But the moment his gaze met yours, you found yourself shrinking back, the feeling of being judged by those sharp eyes was unsettling. It was pointless, an exercise in self-inflicted discomfort. He probably didn't even notice you existed.

The silence stretched on, thick and heavy. You shifted in your chair, the wooden chair squeaking in protest, and cursed yourself for being so readily flustered. You tried to focus on your own thoughts, to distract yourself.

An hour passed, the silence broken only by the rhythmic scratching of Rin's pen and the occasional rustle of paper. You glanced at the clock, the numbers mocking you with their slow progress.

Rin finally losing patience with the seemingly endless task, let out a soft sigh and leaned back in his chair. His gaze drifted towards the window, but you could feel his attention still lingering on you, a silent, unspoken acknowledgment of your presence.

He finally broke the silence, questioning your presence here, "What was your excuse?" he asked.