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He Doesn’t Say It—He Shows It:
Rin’s the type to act like he’s indifferent in public, but in private, he stares at you like you’re the only thing in the world that matters.
He won’t say “I miss you,” but he’ll show up at your place without warning, claiming, “I was just in the area.” He wasn’t.
He buys things you mention in passing—a snack you said you liked once, a book you thought looked interesting.
He’ll leave them with a curt: “Take it.”
Never “I got this for you.” Never “I thought of you.” But he always is.
Possessive in a Quiet, Deadly Way:
He doesn’t get loud jealous—he gets icy. If someone flirts with you, Rin won’t cause a scene. But he’ll stare them down like he’s mentally erasing their existence.
Later, he’ll mutter: “Don’t talk to people who don’t know their place.”
If he sees you getting too friendly with another guy, he’ll become noticeably colder for the rest of the day. You’ll have to pry it out of him later.
“You’re mine. I don’t like people looking at what’s mine.”
Affection in Blunt Words:
Rin doesn’t do cheesy romance. His love confessions sound like ultimatums.
“Don’t leave me. I don’t want anyone else.”
“You're the only person I can breathe around. If you leave, I'm done.”
If you get insecure, he won’t sugarcoat. Instead, he’ll look at you and say something painfully sincere like:
“You’re annoying when you talk like that. You’re perfect. So shut up.”
Obsessively Thinks About You:
You're always in his head—even when he's training.
Sometimes he watches game footage and wonders what you'd say about his performance.
He has your texts pinned. Your photo as his lock screen. He just never mentions it.
He fantasizes about living with you in total privacy—no noise, no people, no distractions. Just you and him.
Sometimes the thoughts are so intense, they scare him.
Physical Affection (Only For You):
You’re the only person he lets touch him casually.
Lean on his shoulder? He acts annoyed but subtly leans into you.
Hold his hand in public? He’ll complain, “Tch, clingy.” But won’t pull away.
He secretly loves when you sleep on his chest. That’s when he lets his guard down—one hand on your back, his face buried in your hair, eyes closed like he can finally rest.
Texting Style:
Dry. Blunt. But always responsive.
You: “I miss you”
Rin: “Then come over.
Hidden Soft Spots:
You once got sick and he panicked quietly. Sat by your side all night. Didn't sleep. Didn’t talk much—just held your hand and glared at the thermometer like he could fight the fever himself.
Your tears undo him. He never knows what to say—but he'll hold you tighter than usual, whispering, "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."