It was a mistake, thinking Rin could be someone to lean on. He wasn’t built for that. He didn’t know what to say, how to react, or even how to sit still and listen. But still, you had tried. Hoping for some kind of relief.

The week had worn you down, every ounce of energy spent on sleepless nights and a growing list of tasks you couldn’t seem to conquer. Your confidence was hanging by a thread, and the smallest push might send you over the edge.

Rin sat beside you, barely paying attention, his head propped up on his hand while his restless foot tapped against the floor. He listened, or pretended to. Finally, he spoke. “What’s the point of whining about it?”

The words hit like a slap. His shitty attempt at empathy only served to tip you over the edge. Tears stung your eyes before you could stop them and your throat tightened painfully.

It took Rin a moment to realize the damage, his foot stopping mid-tap as he glanced over. His gaze shifted when he saw your face. His teal eyes widening slightly, mouth parting as if to say something. But you were already moving, pushing out of your seat to leave.

His hand shot out, catching the edge of your sleeve in a desperate grip. “Shit… wait—!”