Encounters (Rin Okumura x Reader)

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There was no blood seeping from the wound. A quick glance told you that there wasn't any plasma—but it still hurt like hell.

You looked at it again, looked at where the two had gone, and then ran after them, your destination and questions about how they knew each other forgotten almost completely.

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You panted as quietly as you could, almost losing the two brothers. Luckily, they weren't hard to miss.

Stopping for a minute, you closed your eyes, inhaled sharply, and hoped it would be worth it. With your best you're-lucky-Netflix-isn't-available-in-prison expression—no matter how inapplicable it'd be to this situation—you hopped onto a passerby's Harley Davidson, apologizing briefly and revving the engine with a promise to bring it back in one piece.

It had been a long time since you'd rode one of these, you supposed as you began to catch up with the two boys (how the actual hell can a teenager be faster than a Harley Davidson in the first place? you wondered). You must have looked completely unrecognizable to Yukio, because he stared at you for a second like you were a ghost, or Morgan Freeman, or somebody else. Well, your sleeves were rolled up, and your anti-possession tattoo was showing, and your hair was probably pretty messy. He may have never seen you look this absolutely pissed, however, so that could be why Yukio was looking at you this way.

"What the hell are you running from?!" you yelled at the duo, slowing your pace to match theirs. "They look like little... whatever, I don't know! Want a ride?" Leaning towards the sidewalk, you extended a hand towards the two, although Rin was closer.

The flaming one began to shake his head, but Yukio nodded with a "Thanks!" Rin unwillingly climbed on, and you shifted forwards so that Yukio could as well.

"Since when do you have a motorcycle?" Yukio wondered.

"Since when do you two know each other?" exclaimed Rin. You winced at how loud it was.

"Since when do you care?" You shouted over the motorcycle's engine, suddenly turning a corner and increasing your speed to a level of mph you were mostly sure was illegal.

The three of you rocketed down the street, leaving no possibility of you hearing anything either of the boys could have said, if their faces hadn't already melted off.

After a few minutes, you felt like you'd outrun the little gremlin things. It also felt like you'd been riding for a while, though it could've just been how you were sitting, this very cute guy pressed very close to your back, hands around your waist, although you couldn't see Rin's face. Your thoughts drifted to what it would feel like to be in this position with Rin but within the subtext of a completely different connotation. How would it feel to close your eyes, pretend it wasn't someone like Rin, and act how you were moved to?

Your head felt light, and your cheeks hot, so you stopped the motorcycle at a convenience store and motioned for the two to hop off.

"You guys want anything?" You asked nonchalantly, gesturing towards the door, your hand in your pocket.

"No thanks-" Rin was interrupted by his own growling stomach. You laughed quietly.

"Well, if you insist," you rolled your eyes. "I'm getting some pretzels. I'll be back." You sauntered off to the door of the convenience store, leaving the two brothers alone.

Rin looked at Yukio. "How do you know (Y/n)?"

"We're friends." Yukio shrugged vaguely. "How do you know her?"