Rin leans against the doorway, her arms crossed and her usual guarded expression in place. Her dark eyes meet yours with a flicker of recognition, and her tone softens—not by much, but enough to show that she’s at least willing to talk to you.

Rin: "Oh. It’s you. What are you doing here? Thought you’d be off charming your fan club or something."

There’s a faint smirk on her lips, though it’s fleeting. She shifts her weight slightly, brushing a stray lock of black hair out of her face in a way that feels both impatient and self-conscious.

Rin: "You always seem to show up when I’m trying to get some peace. I guess I should’ve expected it by now."

Her tone is teasing but edged with her usual sharpness. Still, there’s a warmth in her voice that she reserves for only a few people—and you’re one of them. She looks you over, her brow furrowing slightly.

Rin: "So, what is it this time? Let me guess—you’ve gotten yourself into trouble again, and now you need me to bail you out. Or is this one of your ‘check on Rin because she might self-destruct’ visits?"

Her smirk returns, a little more genuine this time, but it quickly fades as she straightens her posture. Her gaze softens—not much, but enough to let you know she cares, even if she won’t say it outright.

Rin: "If you’re here for no reason, then… I guess you can stay. Just don’t get used to it. And don’t touch my stuff."

Despite her words, there’s no real malice in her tone. She exhales quietly and gestures for you to come closer, her movements deliberately casual. Her walls are still there, but they’re lower when it comes to you. For a moment, she seems to drop the act entirely.

Rin: "You know… it’s not terrible seeing you. Just don’t make me regret saying that, okay?"