Free! Iwatobi Swim Club Scenarios.

(Sosuke x Reader + Rin x Reader)

Rin:

Everyday.
For the last 2 months this red headed, sharkboy would come into your shop and buy the same drink.
He never got anything else.
He would walk in, grab the drink, pay and walk out.
There shouldn't have been a problem, especially because the guy was cute and you enjoyed seeing him ever morning. You liked when he would slightly chuckle at the way you got confused when something with the machine went wrong, or another customer would yell from another corner of the store. You especially liked when his deep red eyes would meet yours, and that dumb smirk would slid onto his face once again.
But with the high demand for this drink, only from this one customer, you ran out fairly quickly. And it was a pain in the ass. Even though you loved seeing him every single day, things needed to change. He could at least buy a snack or something, good god.

So everyday, you would leave a note on the back of the bottle. Something clever, and witty to make him want to buy something else in the store. And everyday he would pick up the bottle, bring it to the counter, and softly whisper, "No," over the counter.
The little shit would actually refuse getting anything else from your store.
So, you played with him.

The next day the note read, "Due to the high demand of this drink, we might be sold out by tomorrow. Check back, but I can't promise the next shipment will be in." As he approached the counter, he handed you his money and mumbled. "Are you really going to sell out?" You simply brought up your shoulders in a shrug. "Check in tomorrow."

5 A.M in the morning, the boy was back. A sign on the door simply read, "Sold out of red haired boys favorite drink." He turned to the counter, smirked, and walked out of the store. He wasn't butthurt about your joke? If he had actually looked through the door there was still some left.

You locked the door to the fridge the next day, saying the shipment was in but the fridge was acting up and it was a safety hazard to go in. He again, smirked and walked out. It was becoming way less fun as the days dragged on.

The drink would finally be sold to him after one week of copping him out of it. On that day he not only brought the drink, but he bought a snack from the counter as well. "Really now?" You asked as you picked up the bag of chips. He let out a soft 'Tch' in your direction, and it made you giggle.

For the next couple of days he would buy the drink and the snack. It made you happy that this plain boy was expanding his horizon a little bit everyday. Along with the new purchase, more conversation came along with it. You were actually kind of joyful about it.

It was a Sunday morning, right before people starting getting out of church, and the red haired male still hadn't came in. It worried you only slightly. In the next couple of minutes he came running in, all sweaty and worn out. He grabbed the drink, and then walked to the back of the store, where the snack that he was buying was located. He was back there for a while, and when he came up he didn't have a snack at all.

A box of condoms, and the drink were placed down on the counter. You looked up at him, a hint of shock in your eyes. "What a dude can't buy some condoms?" He asked. You shook your head furiously and scanned the drink and the box. When you picked up the box of condoms there was a note taped to the back. Before you could hand him the box in it's bag, the male walked out of the store. "Wait, didn't you..!" You called after him.

You brought the box back out and  pulled the back of the note from the box, and opened it up. Your eyes went wide as you read the words printed on the paper.

"I only buy this stupid drink every morning to be able to see you. I started hating this drink a month ago, but I bought it everyday to annoy you. Your face was priceless.  And the box of condoms you may be wondering. well, my dear corner store clerk, keep it behind your desk. Because one of these nights we're going to put them to good use. "

The dork even signed it off with, your average juice guy.
You hated him for wreaking your sales by his purchases but also, couldn't wait to see him walk through those doors again.


Sosuke:
"Let me guess, a plain black coffee?" The girl at the front counter asked. You looked up from making your current drink to see the tall dark haired male that would come in daily. He was perfect in every single way. From his eyes to the cute little mole on the side of his neck.
Without him knowing who did it, you found yourself writing pick up lines on his cup everyday before handing it off to the girl on front counter.
You would watch as he picked up his drink, and read the line, laughing to himself before walking out.
It made you happy that he enjoyed them so much.
On one particular afternoon when he came in, you dismissed the usual pick up line, writing your name and phone number on the cup. You handed it off without a word.

He actually called that night. Saying the pick up lines always made him smile, and that he loved receiving them. But he had never even noticed someone named Y/N who worked there. You explained to him that you worked in the back of the store making drinks half the time, and he completely understood. The call ended with him asking you on  a date.

The next day they had you on front counter. You were scared seeing as now you would have to come face to face with the male. When you saw him coming in you automatically pressed in his order, and waited. "Your money please." You asked. He looked a little confused. You looked down at the drawer with a smile. "I've already out in your order.." He smiled and handed you the money. Before he walked out he thanked you, and said that he would see you later.

But the date was the worst idea you've ever had. And by worst you meant best.
All of those pick up lines..
WERE THE ONLY THINGS HE SAID ALL NIGHT LONG.
You found it funny how he remembered every single one, but it was impossible to make conversation when he was just saying them.

The next day when he came in you were both back to your usual routine.
You would write him a line, and he would just chuckle and walk out.
But today the front counter girl walked back, and handed you a note from him.

It read, "You may fall from the sky, you may fall from a tree, but the best way to fall... is in love with me. "

You chuckled, and went back to work.

"Cindy omg what even are these?" You may be asking yourselves.
Well kids, this is art. I'm so tired. Forgive me for these things.