The apartment was suspiciously quiet.
Usually, when you came home from class, Rin would be watching match footage with his headphones on, barely acknowledging your existence until you stole one of his earbuds.
Today, there was nothing.
You wandered into the living room.
Curled up on top of the comforter, still wearing one of his training jackets.
You quietly set your bag down and knelt beside the bed.
His hair was a mess, falling over his eyes. His breathing was slow and even, the tension that was usually etched into his face completely gone.
You reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from his forehead.
The second your fingers touched him, his hand shot out and wrapped around your wrist.
He let go of your wrist, but only long enough to sit up.
Without saying a word, he reached for you instead.
“Aw, are you asking for a hug?”
“You literally have your arms out.”
You laughed and climbed onto the bed anyway.
The moment you settled beside him, Rin buried his face in your shoulder.
No pretending he didn’t want affection.
His arms tightened around your waist.
You gently ran your fingers through his hair.
“You pushed yourself too much again?”
“You know your body isn’t a machine.”
“You say that every time.”
For someone who struggled to express himself, Rin had become surprisingly easy to read.
The tighter he held you, the harder his day had been.
The quieter he was, the more exhausted he felt.
The fact that he’d fallen asleep before you got home meant he’d reached his limit.
After a few minutes, you felt his breathing even out again.
You pulled back just enough to look at him.
He’d fallen asleep sitting up, his forehead resting against yours.
You couldn’t help but laugh softly.
“So clingy,” you whispered.
Without opening his eyes, he mumbled,
And somehow, half-asleep, barely conscious, those three words felt more sincere than any perfectly planned confession ever could.
I’m giving my friend my account name💔 wish me luck
