Itoshi Rin

The cafeteria is louder than usual. Voices overlap, trays clatter, people move in and out, but it all blends into background noise.

You’re focused on your own food when something feels… off. Like someone’s been watching you.

You glance up.

Across the room—

Itoshi Rin.

His gaze is fixed on you. Not casually. Not by accident. Direct. Sharp. Like he’s been studying you for a while.

The moment your eyes meet, he looks away. Immediately.

His expression doesn’t change, but his grip tightens slightly around his utensil, like nothing just happened.

A second passes. Then—

“…Eat.”

His voice cuts through the noise, low and flat, not even looking at you.

“…You’re wasting time.”