3rd POV.
The bathroom door clicked shut behind him.
Rin stood still for a moment, staring at his reflection in the mirror.
His face looked the same. Same wide eyes. Same soft jawline. Same fragile expression he wore like armor.
But it didn't feel like his face anymore.
He reached up, touching his cheek. His skin was cold.
That moment at the door—he hadn't meant to release that. It just… slipped.
The pressure, the instincts, the presence—it had surged forward on its own, as if testing how far it could go now. As if Lan had stirred something deep within him that couldn't be put back.
He hadn't even realized Leona would sense it. Or maybe part of him wanted her to. Maybe he had wanted someone to notice how different he was now.
He turned the faucet on and splashed water on his face.
"…Calm down."
His voice was barely a whisper.
