Encounters (Rin Okumura x Reader)

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The first day of school.

Whoopee.

You walked down the hallway with earbuds in your ears that connected to an MP3 player, listening to music so that you could block out the noise of the blockheads that walked the hallways of True Cross Academy. You had been admitted to the school because of your advanced academic prowess, and because of that, you'd never gotten along with your peers, because it was a rich kid's school. Luckily, there was one person you'd met who shared many personality traits with you, and was currently serving as a student teacher for the cram school held at the academy at the end of each school day, which you only wished you could attend when it started after school today. You had to admit, you didn't understand why so many girls at the school flocked to him. He wasn't bad-looking by any means, but he was so kind and well-mannered that he was incredibly attractive, yet typically high school girls didn't covet that kind of personality. Needless to say, you, being almost nothing like the girls that infested True Cross Academy, were only platonically attracted to Yukio Okumura.

He's not really my type, you thought to yourself, grinning wryly.

Why these students disliked you was no mystery. Among people that you admired because of their personality, their looks, or both combined, attractions platonic and amorous, you tended to revert to an antisocial and overly analytical demeanor or a shy, childish one. Your habits of doing so often ended up with you making rude comments or bad decisions, so in order to avoid breaking your own heart you put up walls, so that no one could get inside your heart and backstab you painfully.

It's happened before.

At least you survived the first day, now you were headed to the very same cram school that your dear friend taught. Unfortunately, you were not in his class.

Your thoughts sometimes clouded your judgement, but they also sometimes clouded your logical vision. You stumbled into someone, and immediately snapped out of your trance as your back hit the floor, confused but embarrassed azure eyes staring into your own. In the mere seconds it took for the two of you to pull yourselves back onto your feet, you had determined that the black-haired, blue-eyed, pointy-eared male was most likely a troublemaker, unable to control some impulses, and had similar, if not the same, issues with making new friends that you did.

In those mere seconds you also analyzed that he was pretty damn fine. You'd seen him in the halls before, but nothing more than a quickly moving profile or the top of his head. You had absolutely no idea why girls were more into the bookworm you were proud to call your friend than this handsome stranger.

Were you blushing?

You hoped you weren't blushing.

Shit, you were probably blushing.

He got up and dusted off his pants before offering you a helping hand, you gratefully taking it. "Are you okay? I'm Rin. Sorry about that," he grinned sheepishly, his voice deeper than teenager's voices you'd heard before. "It's my first day here."

"I'm fine. Same problem as you, actually," you replied with a slight smile and what you prayed to the higher powers wasn't a blush. "My name's (First). You okay?"

"Yeah," he smiled at you again, causing your heart to skip a beat. He scratched the back of his head sheepishly. Seemed to be a nervous habit. "I mean, if you would have looked where you were going, I'd be better, but it's fine." His words reached your ears with a tinge of passive-aggression, and you stopped smiling.

"Excuse me?" you inquired, except it wasn't really an inquiry. "You're the one who landed on me. If anything, it was neither of us who were looking where we were going."