Rin.

Living in wealth is nice. But because of the money, you couldn't find someone who would truly love you. The loneliness was crushing. Truly. Especially now, in the winter.

You walk slowly through the park. You're wearing expensive, branded warm clothes, and all around you are couples, happily strolling hand in hand. Tears welled up in your eyes. Why was status so important to everyone? Yes, in this day and age, money decides everything, but still...

Suddenly, some guy crashes into you. He didn't freeze or apologize; he just tossed something like watch where you're going and ran off. Behind him were two police officers and a bread vendor. For some reason, this scene made you laugh.

That guy didn't smell very good; he was wearing torn clothes and a beanie. Turning around, you saw the police lose him. The guy had simply run into an alley and hidden behind a dumpster. You didn't have to wait long. You turned the corner, trying not to attract attention. Walking straight forward, you grabbed the guy by the arm, without any hesitation or disgust, and dragged him toward the parking lot. At first, he tried to break free, but then he calmed down.

A sudden desire to help him somehow got stuck in your head. But why not? He looks young.

On the way home, you tried to find out anything about him. He only told you that his name is Rin and he's 21, that his parents were imprisoned four years ago, and that he ran away from an orphanage because of bullying. You couldn't find out anything else.

At home, you gave him your t-shirt and shorts, strictly telling him to wash up thoroughly.

Rin seemed to let your request go in one ear and out the other, but he went into the bathroom anyway, though not for long.

He came out quite clean. You slowly looked up, and your heart began to race. Rin's long, gorgeous white hair almost blended in with his snow-white skin. With his eyes closed, he pushed his hair back with his hand, muttering something dissatisfiedly under his breath.

Rin: Hey, where am I supposed to sleep?