I DONT WANT YOU | rindou x reader

01

"did you get the thing— rindou?" ran looked down at rindou who currently wasn't paying attention to anything ran was saying.

"rindou?" ran tapped his shoulder, rindou still not budging, just staring outside the window, eyes scanning everyone as if he was looking for someone.

"rin!" he shoved him so hard, by accident, he lost his balance and almost fell off the table.

"the fuck?— what's your problem??" he shoves ran twice as harder, but fortunately for ran he didn't budge. not even a little bit— causing rindou to glare at him. "what do you want?"

"did you get the thing for mikey?" ran asked again, slowly so rindou could understand.

"thing?" he responded back confused.

"i cant say it in public, dumbass— use your head." he flicked rindous forehead. a whine coming from rindou as he rubbed the bump.

rans phone started to buzz. rindou took this as an opportunity to keep scanning his purple eyes out the window. looking for somebody.

"what are you looking at?" ran asked, still not looking up from his phone.

"guess who i fucking saw downstairs?"

"i dunno." ran shrugged, finally putting his phone in his back pocket.

"that's not what guessing means ran". his disappointment filled the air.

"i couldn't care less. tell me who."

rindou sighed. "y/n."

"y/n? why does that sound familiar?" he scratched the back of his head.

"she was in my year during middle school. the very annoying ugly one. wouldn't stop staring at me." he cringed at the thought of you. he hated you.

"OHH! her. yeah you said she wouldn't shut the fuck up about you." ran laughed at the memories of young rindou being chased around by you, tryna get him to be your boyfriend.

"yeah, her." the hatred laced in his voice when her said 'her' almost made ran laugh again. "damn, you really hate her don't you?"

"despise her. i didn't know she would be at my college. i think she's stalking me."

"stalking? i doubt that. it was 5 years ago after all, she probably forgot about you." he tried to ease the situation.

"better have. i don't want to deal with her shit." he stood up, picking up his bag.

"where are you going?"

"food." was all he said as he left the empty classroom they were sitting in.

rindou climbed down the empty stairs. normally there would be students sitting on the steps. depending on which the department the steps were on.

the music department was the worst one by far. filled with band kids playing their unnecessarily loud instruments on the staircases as if they don't have rooms made for them to play in.

rindou— if he felt like it, would mutter stuff along the lines off "offbeat." "tune your fucking guitar" and other hateful words as he walked past them, well shoved past them. they took up majority of the fucking staircase anyways.

as soon as he opened the door to the cafeteria, a face met his chest, causing them both to stumble backwards. the girl was rubbing her face and he took a second to fix his shirt.

"watch where you're fucking goi— you've gotta be kidding me." he slapped his forehead extremely hard.

"so rude! you bumped into ME! y'know that?!" you rubbed your forehead gently.

"do you not know the well known rule? people entering a room have more priority than those leaving." you looked up confused,

"that only applies on trains. fucking idiot."

"whatever." he rolled his eyes, taking a second to look at your face. he was most certain it was you. after all your features didn't change that much.

except you got rid of that horrid glasses you used to wear. those things haunted him. you would chase him around saying you were both "practically married" and your kids would both wear glasses just like him.

you got a bit taller aswell, your figure was now— apparent. he closed his eyes and shook his head. he didn't wanna think that way about you.

"hello?! earth to— what's your name?" you tapped his shoulder.

"none of your business." he responded glaring at you.

"why are you so hostile?! jeez." you grabbed both of his shoulders and turned him around so his back was facing you.

"don't fucking touch me." he grabbed your hands and yanked it off him.

"okay so you don't have a stick up your ass. why are you so grumpy then?"

he looked shocked for a second. you genuinely didn't remember him. he didn't know how to feel about that to be honest.

i mean yeah— he did hate you. but you forgetting about him entirely made him mad. furious even. he didn't endure all those years of annoyance just for you to forget about him.

"you don't remember me?" he asked and now it was your turn to look confused.

"why would i remember you? we met before?"

"yes." he said that with regret filling his voice. how he wishes he never met you.

you were about to shake your head but he stopped you. "just take a second and use that fat head of yours to think."

"okay, firstly. uncalled for. secondly.." you put your fingers to your chin, rubbing small circles on it while you thought.

"now that i think about it— you do look familiar. i just can't put my finger on it."

he couldn't blame you to be honest. he did change a lot. for one he's taller. two, he took his glasses off. well not entirely, they're just in his bag. three, his features are more defined now, since he's 19 years old. his hair is dyed aswell.

"i give up— what's your name?" you asked again, putting your arms down in defeat.

why was rindou trying to hard to get you to remember him? after all, wouldn't it be better for you to forget him entirely?

"rindou." he said.

"NO WAY! RIN?!" your face almost looked excited. as if you found him as prey once again. "YOU GLEW UP WTF!?"

"i've always been attractive shut the fuck up." he took offence to your statement.

"i never said you weren't attractive before, but now damnnnn." you eyed him up and down and he rolled his eyes. "i'm digging the hair aswell. it's very um—vibrant." you choked back a laugh and he shoved you aside.

"yeah whatever . leave me alone." he walked past you to get inside the cafeteria. but you weren't done with him yet. absolutely not. this was just the beginning.