No I'm In Love With The Pool- RinHaru

No More Pool. For A Week

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Haru P.O.V

Shit. Shit. Shit. I'm in the shit.

"Haru, calm down." I muttered to myself.

I can't calm down. I'm in full panic mode. Someone shoot me.

"Haru, there's no pool for a week." Makoto scolded.

No pool.

For a whole week.

No pool.

No swimming.

.

.

I swear I have just died and gone to hell. No wait. Hell is better than this.

Makoto sighed, knowing my silence meant that I was dying inside and trying to find something that I can use to get out of this predicament.

"Haru, my decision is final."

You sound like my mother.

"If you manage to get a girlfriend then i'll forget about the punishment."

I frowned at him and made a tch noise.

"If you don't then I'll double it and make it two weeks without the pool. I'll double it with each failure."

"I told you already that I'm no good at getting girls. Or even talking to girls. Except for Gou."

"I know. But i'm your friend and I care about you. And I worry about your love life. You need to go out and experience it." He told me.

"I don't need to. The pool isn't my boyfriend but we're friends. With benefits. So I don't need a girlfriend."

He sighed. "No pool for a whole week."

"Fine. I'll go." I gave in.

"That's more like it." He grinned.

°°°°

Here I was. On blind date #2

Last time it was a blonde bimbo who hated Rin and swimming. Two of my favourite things. This time it was a otaku. No scratch that. A fujoushi. A huge fujoushi.

"So . . do you like swimming?"

She shook her head.

"I only like yaoi. And anime. And a little bit of yuri."

Ah, so she's bi?

"So you're bisexual?"

Slap.

Guess not.

"I said a little! Doesn't mean I'm lesbian!" She snapped, stomping out the door of the restaurant."

But I said bisexual.

°°°°

Blind date #3. Makoto threatened me to go on another date. He told me it was rude to ask her if she was bisexual. Even if she was the one who started the whole conversation.

So again, here I am.

"Hello," A girl with piercing blue eyes greeted, her hair up in a nice half up, half down hairstyle. She had a lovely figure and a pair of glasses suited her complexion.

She somehow seems german. Better not say that.

"What's your name?" I asked, starting a conversation with the girl. Not that I really wanted to. But I didn't want to lose the pool for any more than a week.

"The names Natia."

A foreign name. Another foreigner. Maybe she is german afterall.

"Nice name? What nationality are you?"

"I'm from Germany. Are you Japanese?"

I knew it.

"Yup. My names Haru. Haru Nanase."

I'm not telling her my names actually Haruka. No way.

"That's a nice name."

That's what they all say. I hate it.

"So . . what are you going to order?"

She pointed to a vegetarian dish.

So she's vegetarian . .

"I'll have mackeral."

Let's hope she eats fish. Or we'll have nothing in common.

"Oh . . You eat meat?"

Technically fish isn't meat.

I nodded. "It's my favourite meal."

"Oh . . ." She looked down at the menu and ordered, not sparing a single glance my way.

She hates me. I don't particularly like her either. She hates mackeral.

°°°°

"Again? Haru this is the third time!" Makoto scolded.

"She hates Mackeral because she is vegetarian. We have nothing in common. It would never work out."
"What if she liked swimming?!"

"She said she was too lazy to swim."
Makoto sighed. He walked out of the room after sending a glare my way.

Does this mean no pool for three weeks? God I hope not . . .