Things between you and Rin had shifted quietly. The way he lingered after practice, the way his messages came more often, even if they were short. He wasn’t the best with words—but his effort was always loud in its own way.

Eventually, he asked you out. A proper date. Not a casual hangout. And now… here you were.

Rin stood near the edge of the park, hands tucked in his coat pockets, a small bouquet held a little awkwardly in one hand. He’d dressed a little nicer than usual, his usual sharp aura softened by something unspoken. Maybe nerves. Maybe hope.

He glanced down at his shoes, then back toward the path—waiting. Quiet. Still. But his ears were a little red.