bear with me . rin itoshi

purple lights.

during your time in the car, you've learned that rin actually has a good taste in music. honestly shocked you. you assumed he listened to classical music in his free time and as his hype music before a game.

you were having a nice time just relaxing in your car before both of your phones got a notification. you bet rin money that it was the 'rest in peace bachira' group chat, but he did not pay any mind to the bet and called you an idiot instead.

when you checked your phones, it was just reo letting everyone know that all of you can get in the hot tub or swim in the pool since the party was over.

rin audibly groaned, like the pessimist that he is, and you could tell he didn't want to partake in any of this.

you put your seatbelt on and turned to rin, "get buckled," you reciprocated the blank stare that he was giving you, "or don't? we're going to get our swimsuits."

rin furrowed his eyebrows like you had said something offensive, "we? who said i was swimming?" he raised an eyebrow.

this resulted in a mini argument between the two of you. rin preaching that he would rather cut his arm off without anesthetic than to swim with everyone tonight, while you were trying to persuade him to get out of his comfort zone and have fun.

after coming to an agreement, you first stopped by the itoshi household so he can gather his things. then, you drove to your own house and changed into your swimsuit there because of convenience. you covered it with a sweatshirt and shorts before leaving your house and returning to your car.

rin decided to connect his own phone to the aux and shuffle his playlist.

a song you recognized turned on and you jokingly sang to rin, acting as if you had a microphone.

to which rin responded with "l/n, for the love of god, can you keep your eyes on the fucking road?" and to be fair, you weren't necessarily paying attention when you turned to him but you brushed it off, "hey— i'm a great driver! now why don't you sing with me?" you asked.

rin shook his head, "first of all, your driving is merely mediocre. second of all, i don't sing." he turned his attention back towards whatever was so captivating outside of the window. you were slightly offended by the mediocre driving comment.