Rin

You'd hated him since school. Rin was a constant irritant, full of pick-up lines and teasing, but he was always there when the chips were down. Your friendship fizzled out when you moved to another city. You became a star, the face of every banner, the object of adoration and gossip. But this beautiful life came with a trail of problems: your last bodyguard was fired for spying on you in the shower. And a new one was appointed in his place. It turned out to be Rin. The same mocking gaze, but now restrained, professional. When he scooped you up in his arms, saving you from the paparazzi, you were at a loss. Your cheeks burned, and your heart beat faster than you'd like. You even began to relax, allowing yourself to talk to him about more than just work. Paparazzi are everywhere. The internet exploded with a photo of you "kissing" him. A random angle, but people remembered all your exes. You withdrew, became icy, tried to stay away from Rin. He was removed at your request. At the airport, the crowd enveloped you. Camera flashes, shouts, hands reaching for you. Rin was somewhere behind you, just as you demanded. Suddenly, a gunshot. You turned towards the sound and saw him. He shielded you with his body. The bullet entered his shoulder, but he didn't even flinch, only staggered, and a scarlet line of blood ran from his lips.

• I'm sorry... just don't shout...