Rin’s easy to make jealous and sometimes you think that that’s probably one of the reasons you started dating.
You’ve been friends with the boys for long enough that a casual hug is the most common form of greeting and Bachira has tried to climb your back more than once.
Touching your friends is something you’ve never thought twice about until you realized how Rin focused on it.
The way he flexed his hand after you shook it or how stiff he got when you hugged him that first time. How he came back to it, again and again, pretending that he needed to learn how to hug and that you’d probably be the best one to train with.
He hadn’t exactly been subtle about it.
And it’s cute, how he pulls you closer when the boys are around. How he holds onto your legs when you try to get up from the Couch to answer your phone that’s buzzing on the kitchen counter.
Rin’s a menace and you love him for that.
But some days it’s a little less fun.
-
“Can we talk about this?” You ask one night, shoes still on, Mascara smudged.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He’s grumbling in the kitchen, back turned to you.
You’re tired. Of this, of the day, of the way you’re feeling.
But you love him and you’re willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.
“Okay,” you slip out of your shoes and put your purse on the table. “The way you reacted after Isagi hugged me.”
You can see the way he tenses, stiffens all the way down to his toes.
He knows what he’s done. Cold shoulder for the whole evening, silent treatment on the car ride home.
“You’re my girl-”
“You don’t possess me.”
He visibly pulls back at that, the emotions mixing on his face. It’s a mess and you know he knows it too.
“I thought-”
“Rin,” you step closer, reach for his hands. Your tone is soft, like you’re talking to a wounded animal. In many ways he is. “Rin, I love you. Just you. I will not cheat, I will not let anyone get in between. But I have friends and I like hugging them and they like hugging me too. If you don’t like something, we can talk about this like the adults that we are, but-”
“I don’t want you to leave me.”
“I know.”
His hands squeeze yours tightly. “I just… feel so incredibly angry when someone…” He can’t even bring himself to say it.
“For me it’s just a hug. What’s it for you?”
“I only hug people that mean something to me.”
“I know.”
“When you hug people like that, does it mean nothing to you?”
Hurt washes over you but you bite your tongue. He doesn’t mean to hurt you and it’s not going to solve the problem if you’re getting defensive now.
“I does mean something to me, these are my friends. People I care for. I don’t kiss them though. Or cuddle with them. Or share a bed. Or-”
“Yeah, I get it.” Rin lets go of your hands and rubs a hand over his face. “I- I think I need some space.”
“Okay.”
He nods, but he does not move. “You’re not mad at me?”
“No. You need some space to think about this and I get it. I want us to work out, I want us to figure out how to deal with this. If you need space for that, that’s okay. Just, talk about it, okay? Tell me what you need and what you feel.”
“Okay,” he nods again. “You’re… staying tonight though, right?”
“If you want me to.”
“I’ll always want you to.”
-
“How are we doing?” You ask a week later, playing passenger princess on the way to a hangout.
His hand is on your thigh, squeezing you.
“I have an idea. It’s going to suck at the beginning, but I think it might work out.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah,” he swallows thickly, eyes on the road. “I’m going to hug Bachira.”
“Really?” You turn your face to look at him. “That’s brave. He tends to bite too.”
“He tends to what?”
“Bite. He usually aims for the shoulder, so keep that in mind.”
“Why do you let him do it?”
“It’s kinda funny,” you can’t help the giggle. “He’s like a dog. But… you want to hug Bachira?”
“Well, want would be a strong word. But I think if I get used to hugging people casually, I’m probably more okay with you hugging people casually.”
“Mhm, I like that idea. You can practice with my parents too, you know how much of a hugger my dad is.”
“True,” he releases a sigh. “Sorry.”
“For what?”
“For taking so long with this.” He squeezes your thigh again. “For letting it out on you.”
“Everyone has some struggles. For you it’s this, for me it’s something else.”
“Thank you.” His voice is thick with emotion and you let him have the space to gather himself.
By the time you reach Bachira’s place he’s back to normal and only those who know him well could see the hints of anxiety.
“Heeeey, you’re here!” Bachira aims for you, arms outstretched, goofy grin on his face.
Rin is a little faster though, pulling the smaller guy into a hug. It’s a little tense and knowing Rin he’s probably squeezing a little to tight, but Bachira’s hanging in there with the dopiest look on his face.
“Am I in heaven?” Your friend asks, hanging almost lifeless in Rin’s arms. “Did I die?”
“Idiot.” Rin drops him like a sack of potatoes. “I’m not doing that again.”
“Nooooo!” Bachira whines from the ground. “You have to do it again! Please!”
“Do what again?” Isagi’s at the door in seconds, too curious for his own good. “Why are you on the floor?”
Rin catches your gaze, your proud smile and the questioning lift of your brows.
Will he hug Isagi too?
“Let’s not go that far,” Rin mumbles, reaching for your hand. “One step at a time.”
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