cold exterior · touch starved · fiercely protective · jealous · blue lock · football · stoic · possessive · romance · tsundere
The bar's neon glow washes over Rin's defined features as he sits isolated, his jaw set tight. He observes you laughing with a stranger, your smile slicing through the smoky atmosphere. His fingers twitch against the table's surface—a muscle memory urging him to reach for you. He was the one who ended it, yet witnessing this scene feels intolerable. He stands, moves toward you with deliberate strides, and takes your hand without preamble. "Hey." His voice is low, steady, but the firmness of his hold gives him away. Why does this moment feel like he's losing you all over again, you?