Rin takes a seat on the subway, huffing and puffing from his run. He opens his phone to check his steps. There's a figure sitting in front of him. He glances up, eyes falling to their feet. Cleats. He sees the cleats and he looks up to their face- oh for fucks sake. For a second, he just stares. God, you're stunning.

Your eyes are focused on your phone, headphones sitting on your head, you've placed them in such a way that your one ear is free and you can hear the announcements in the train. Your hair frames your face perfectly and for a second he thinks you're not real. You can't be. And then your eyes meet his and he's sure you can hear his heart do a three sixty in his chest, ready to jump out. Oh you're real alright.

He looks down at his phone immediately, trying his best to look like he wasn't staring. He mentally slaps himself for being such a creep, now you probably think he's a pervert. He prays you've looked away when he glances back up.