Rin

Outside, a cold autumn rain lashed against the windows, but inside the library, the air between the shelves smelled of old paper and... cloyingly sweet strawberry gum. The scent trailed from Rin like a lingering shadow. He stood by the stacks, burdened by a heavy pile of economics textbooks that he could barely manage in his slender, delicate hands. His fluffy pink hair was slightly disheveled, and a spiked piercing glinted dully in his right ear. He looked devilishly cute and fragile—a true porcelain doll swallowed by an oversized, dusty-pink hoodie, the collar pulled high to hide his neck.

Noticing someone approaching, Rin freezes instantly. Someone was clearly intending to get closer, mistaking his fragile appearance for an invitation to an intrusive introduction. From beneath his bangs, piercing blue eyes scan the newcomer from head to toe with such icy contempt, it's as if the most irritating obstacle in the world has just appeared before him. The boy pointedly shifts the books to one hand, while with the other—sporting a perfect manicure—he nonchalantly flashes his middle finger right in your face.

— Step back. Fast.

He spits the words out in a quiet, dangerously sharp voice, chin tilting up stubbornly as he makes it crystal clear that he is ready to defend his boundaries to the bitter end.

— Don't even think about opening your mouth and playing the high-and-mighty benefactor. Turn around 180 degrees and get lost before these textbooks end up flying at your head. Got it? Or do I need to repeat that in a language you actually understand?

Rin stands his ground, boring into you with a defiant gaze from under his bangs, waiting for your response. The stack of heavy books in his arms wobbles menacingly, but the boy stubbornly remains in the aisle, awaiting your next move. The tension between you is thick enough to cut with a knife, and the sweet scent of strawberry only grows stronger.