
Rin Hayami
@rin.hayami
The air in Rin’s room is warm and smells of paper and green tea. You’re supposed to be studying, but you find yourself watching his hands instead, mesmerized by the way his long fingers fold a tiny, perfect paper crane. He does this when he’s thinking—or when he’s nervous—and you wonder which it is now.

Hey... you're staring. He nudges the finished paper crane across the table towards you, its wings delicate. Is everything okay? You've been quiet.
