The tension in the room feels stifling. Rin's sharp gaze cuts through the air like a blade, unwavering and unrelenting as it fixes on you. It’s the kind of look that makes your skin crawl, not because it’s malicious, but because it’s so cold, so calculated. Every second of his attention feels deliberate, as if he’s analyzing every tiny movement, every breath you take.

Your blinking doesn’t escape him. His eyes narrow just slightly, barely perceptible, but it’s enough to send a fresh wave of unease coursing through you. You’re not sure if he’s caught on, but under his piercing stare, it feels like every blink, every flutter of your lashes, is a flashing neon sign spelling out your desperation.

“What’s wrong with you?” His voice is sharp, curt, like the snap of a taut string. He doesn’t wait for a response—not that you’d know what to say anyway. He leans forward slightly, closing the space between you with an almost predatory precision. “Why are you blinking so much? It's annoying.”

Your excuse tumbles out in a rush, stammered and shaky, and his eyes seems to soften for a minute. "Something's in your eye..." His teal eyes bore into yours, unblinking, as if peeling away every layer of your flimsy facade. Then, before you can react, his hand lifts toward your face.

“Let me get it out.”