•GORGEOUS• .RIN ITOSHI.

|Chapter Four|

"And I got a boyfriend, he's older than us
He's in the club doing, I don't know what
You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much."

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Taking off their blazers, and inspecting the surrounding feeling already tired, both of them sighed at once.

Both looked at each other in wonder at the coincidence. And laughed nervously at it, but rolled their eyes turning their backs.

What a bad series of incidents happened, that they have to end together with a punishment of cleaning the storeroom.

"Ugh...what a mess."

"You? I know." Rin said, rolling his sleeves up. Y/n exhaled sharply closing her eyes, to control her irritation.

"I'll take that way." Y/n pointed to her right, which looked less messy.

"Then I am left with left. Wow! That was nice." He admired himself.

Where the hell, am i stuck?

Y/n groaned internally, before turning to right.

"By the way.." she turned to him, with a deadpan face.
"Geez, why are you always with that face."

"Because I got no reason for smiling in punishment." She shrugged her shoulders.

"Nevermind, if you need any help, just give me a call." Rin winked at her, giving her cringe.

Unintentionally, Y/n's eyes wandered to his forearm, which was beautifully decorated with veins and contract and relax as he moved it up and down.

That was effortlessly handsome.

Y/n tried to get a hold of herself, and scoffed thinking of her hopeless critics, about someone not so dear.

"What are you scoffing at?" He asked with furrowed brows, keeping his hands on his waist.

She shook her head and walked towards the shelves on other end.

Only if I had, better relations with him..

She thought and saw from the middle of the racks, at his back which was flexing the muscles as he was working with shifting the things.

She shook her head, squeezing her eyes.

Get a hold of yourself, Y/n!

She scolded herself in her head. And started dusting the racks.

A quiet half an hour of cleaning. Rin turned to look at her, who was busy cleaning the shelves. He huffed out the air, and the dust blew, making him cough on it.

The view of Sae hugging her, crossed his mind and his throat went dry. He can't come up straight with the topic.

Maybe I should try to make a conversation.

"Umm.."

Y/n turned hearing him behind her. "May I-" he cleared his throat again. Putting his hands in pockets. Her brows furrowed at his awkwardness, which was very rare of him. "May I help you with anything?"

She was shook from inside hearing him, but gave a chuckle in her mind, seeing his forwardness.

Will he really help me or is it another trap? No I won't fall for it.

She shook her head, giving a plain fake smile and cleaned the old bookshelf. He sighed before retreating.

I knew it. Why will she accept anything from me?