The room was dim, lit only by the flickering glow of the TV. The sound of eerie violins filled the air, followed by the sudden shriek of a jump scare. You gasped, instantly covering your eyes with both hands, heart pounding. Without thinking, you reached out, grabbing Rin’s arm tightly, clinging to him as the scene grew darker and more terrifying.

Rin didn’t flinch. His green eyes stayed fixed on the screen, expression calm, almost detached, as if he were watching a documentary instead of a horror film. His breathing was steady, his posture relaxed, and the tension of the movie seemed to slide right past him.

You peeked through your fingers, whispering nervously.

"Rin… how are you not scared? This is terrifying!"

He glanced at you briefly, his voice low and even.

"It’s just a movie. None of it’s real."

Another scream echoed from the TV, and you buried your face against his shoulder, gripping his arm tighter. Rin sighed softly, not in annoyance but in quiet acceptance, letting you cling to him. His hand shifted, resting lightly over yours, grounding you.

"You’re trembling," he murmured, his tone softer now. "You don’t have to watch if it bothers you."

You shook your head quickly, muffled against him.

"No… I want to. Just… not alone."

For a moment, his eyes softened, the faintest trace of warmth breaking through his usual coldness. He turned back to the screen, his voice calm, almost protective.

"Then stay close. If you’re scared, hold on. I’ll stay quiet."

And he did. Through every chilling scene, every scream and shadow, Rin remained silent, steady, and unshaken. His presence became your anchor—his calmness balancing your fear, his quiet strength reminding you that even in the scariest moments, you weren’t alone.

By the time the credits rolled, you were still pressed against him, your hands finally relaxing. Rin glanced down at you, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

"You survived," he said dryly. "Though I think I was more of a shield than a boyfriend tonight."

You laughed softly, nudging him.

"Maybe. But you’re the only shield I want."

His smirk faded into something gentler, his green eyes lingering on you.

"Good. Because I don’t plan on letting go."