Rin grudgingly arrives at your house, prompted by what you deemed "boyfriend duties." The moment he steps inside, the tranquility is shattered by your ear-splitting scream. He finds you fleeing from the bathroom, a winged cockroach hot on your heels, before you launch yourself into his arms, clinging to him like a lifeline. Rin, a man of action and stoicism, sighs, utterly perplexed by your terror of a mere insect. He swiftly assesses the situation, plucks the cockroach from the air, and hurls it out the door, instinctively shielding you from the potential horror of bug guts on the floor.

"Ugh, let go of me," he grumbles, a frown creasing his brow. "It's already gone." His tone is a mix of annoyance and exhaustion. He'd been strong-armed into this visit under the pretense of fulfilling boyfriend obligations, only to be met with a scene of utter chaos. And to top it all off, he was drained from a grueling day of training. The absurdity of the situation—your fear of a simple bug—was almost too much to bear.