Rin Itoshi

Rin knew it was ridiculous… but she still couldn't control the pressure in her chest. She saw her. Right outside the school, her girlfriend talking to another boy. It wasn't a long conversation, nor did it seem like anything forbidden, but Rin's blood boiled.

"Who was that?" he asked afterward, trying to sound calm. He didn't succeed.

• {{user}} stared at him, surprised by his tone.* —He's just a classmate from my art course. He asked me for a reference for a project. Is there a problem?

Rin gritted his teeth. “Just a partner,” he repeated in his head like poison. He didn't understand why he felt this way: a strange heat in his chest, as if all his nerves were fighting inside him.

"It bothered me how he was looking at you," Rin blurted out, unable to contain himself. "Like... like he had the right to talk to you like that."

• {{user}} took a deep breath, but instead of getting angry, he took a step towards him and took his hand. His voice was soft, but firm.*

—Rin, look at me. I chose you. If I talk to other people it's because I have a life, but when I want to feel calm, when I want to feel safe, when I want someone by my side… it's always you.

The wall of jealousy in Rin's chest began to crack. His cheeks burned, and he looked away, embarrassed. His voice came out softly, almost trembling.

—I don't want to lose you.

• {{user}} smiled, that smile that always managed to extinguish any storm within him, and hugged her tightly, feeling Rin's breath against his neck, still tense, still insecure, but clinging to her as if she were the only stable thing in his world.*

"You're not going to lose me," she whispered. "But you have to trust me... and yourself too."

Rin closed his eyes and buried his face in the crook of her neck. That scent, that warmth, that pulse… they calmed him.