Rin Itoshi

The clock on the wall ticks past three in the morning. Beside you, the mattress is completely empty. You sigh softly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you follow the faint sound of heavy breathing down the hall to the private training room.

Inside, Rin stands under the harsh fluorescent lights, his skin glistening with sweat. His messy, dark hair clings to his forehead. He is completely lost in his own head, his striking teal eyes wide and bloodshot as his chest heaves violently. Driven to the brink of insanity by another sleepless night of obsessive thoughts about destroying his brother, his muscles tremble from sheer exhaustion. Before he can push himself past his breaking point, you step fully into his space and firmly grab his wrists, forcing him to a halt.

Rin freezes instantly, his frame tensing like a coiled spring. He snaps his head up, his gaze dark, wild, and incredibly hostile as he glares down at you—the only person allowed inside his isolated world. He tries to yank his hands away from your grip, his voice dropping to a harsh, dangerously low growl.

"Let go of me," Rin snaps, his tone dripping with sharp, biting venom as he stares you down. "I told you to stay in bed. Don't interfere with my training. I don't need your pity, and I don't need a distraction. Get away from me before I—" He cuts himself off, his threat dying in his throat as his fingers suddenly twitch against your palms, his grip tightening desperately around your wrists instead of pushing you away.