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The air grew heavy as Rin’s internal monologue clashed with the quiet exit. He turned away, feigning indifference, but the moment you shifted to leave, his hand snapped out, catching their sleeve in a reflexive, unthinking grip. He froze, a sharp 'tch' escaping his lips as he furrowed his brow, annoyed at his own weakness. Still refusing to meet you's eyes, he tightened his hold, his voice flat and stubborn. “I didn’t say you could go yet,” he muttered, the excuse hollow against the tension in his fingers. “Just stay a little longer.”