Sweet Like Candy

Being The New Girl Is Never Fun, Trust Me

I love Pan!Fem!Rin and I think it's great. I myself am pan and Gay Panic™ was very common for me to experience at school before quarantine swooped in to save me from it. Rin meets a certain blonde girl and makes a fast friend.

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Watching a cute blonde girl garden in a pretty pink kimono was totally worth tagging along with Yukio on his supply run. Sure, Rin had triggered the defence charm on the gate and Shiemi had yelled at her, thinking she was trying to hurt her, but Rin didn't mind that part as long as she got to keep watching Shiemi Moriyama take care of her gorgeous plants.

Rin minded even less having to support the girl and practically carry her to water any plant higher than knee-height. Shiemi was heavier than she'd thought, but still a featherweight to Rin.

"Sister, I told you not to move!" Yukio griped at her when he walked into the garden with a woman that Rin could only assume was Shiemi's mother or at least aunt. Rin pointedly ignored him and set Shiemi on her feet, still holding her up.

"Yuki-chan!" The blonde cried. Rin snorted out a short laugh as Yukio's face steadily reddened.

"Ah, Hello Shiemi-san." He greeted her stiffly.

"Hey, how do you know my little brother?" Rin asked her.

"L-little?! You're older than Yuki-chan?!" Shiemi's eyes had stars in them.

"In name only." Yukio sighed. Rin's gaze snapped to him in a glare that could probably wither flowers. Yukio had yet to apologize for what he'd done in the classroom a week ago and he wasn't making his case any better.

Shiemi seemed to have noticed the tension and before she could say anything, her mother ordered her to "show the nice man her legs." One, that sounded super messed up. Two, Yukio was only fifteen, there was no man here to look at Shiemi's legs.

Shiemi and her mother ended up arguing over the garden and Shiemi passed out in Rin's arms. Rin shifted her shoulder so Shiemi's head laid comfortably against it as Shiemi's mother directed them to a storehouse. Rin laid her down and pulled the blankets over her with a softness that surprised Yukio.

Had she always done that with him when he fell asleep at his desk back at the monastery? He'd seen her do it to Shiro plenty of times in the same situation.

Rin stayed to monitor Shiemi while Yukio and her mother spoke.

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He hadn't meant to, but Yukio interrupted their shojou manga-esque moment to tell Shiemi that she needed to remember what plant she talked to that had been possessed. Rin looked a little miffed, but still didn't talk to him. She was holding out a lot longer than he thought she could on the silent treatment.

Go figure the thing that got Rin to talk to him again was him shooting Shiemi and the demon. Rin sliced it and lunged to catch Shiemi in time. She was unconscious, but unharmed. Rin turned a glare on her twin.

"Are you nuts?!" She hissed.

"No, which is why she's still alive. Do you think I'd really shoot her?" That was extremely offensive.

Rin looked at him like he was a moron and just turned away from him as Shiemi woke up and he realized that Oh yeah, he'd pulled his gun on her in a classroom on the first day of school a week ago.

Rin helped Shiemi stand and the blonde was so happy that she hugged Rin tightly, cheeks flushed a happy pink. Rin smirked smugly at her twin over the girl's shoulder. Yukio felt jealousy stab through him. But he couldn't tell who it was for–Rin, for getting Shiemi's bright smile and thanks or Shiemi for getting Rin's perfect hugs that felt as close to a mother as he'd ever gotten. He'd never tell his sister that, of course.

He sighed and they went home.

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They had a new classmate the next day in Cram School. Shiemi wore her kimono instead of school uniform, so Rin guessed that she hadn't enrolled in regular school. Lucky.

Shiemi introduced herself and then went to sit–right next to Rin. There was pretty much a whole classroom full of seats and the pretty blonde sat right next to Rin.

Rin noticed the girl trembling like a leaf. "Uh....are you okay?" She wondered.

"Me? Oh, yes! I've never been better! I'm just nervous!" Shiemi answered. Rin slowly reached out and grasped Shiemi's hand with hers.

"It's okay. You'll get used to it. But if you wanna sit next to me, we can both move back farther where we're not so close to the front, if you want?" Rin offered her reassurance.

"Oh, Rin-chan. You're so sweet! No, it's fine, really. I'm just glad you're here with me." Shiemi turned that angelic smile on her and Rin's face heated. She wasn't used to people appreciating her efforts.

"I also wanted to see Yuki-chan as a teacher." Shiemi added. Rin's face fell and she rolled her eyes. Of course. She was here for Yukio. Forever Mr. Steal Your Girl, Rin couldn't ever really find anyone to even be just her friend while Yukio was always swarmed by girls. It was unfair. Rin knew people thought she was pretty, but they never tried to ask her out.

Rin moped the rest of the class, which didn't go unnoticed by Yukio, Shima, or Suguro. Yukio because he was right in front of her all class, Shima because he was always staring at her, and Suguro because he was wondering why she'd not fallen asleep yet. It was literally the beginning of the year and Rin already had the habit of sleeping through classes and he couldn't stand it. The fact that she was smokin hot, but slept through the classes pissed him off more. Was it really that hard to be pretty and smart? How much more time did she spend doing her hair than studying? Because there was no way her hair looked that perfect without her doing something to it.

He ignored the fact that hearing her talk to the new blonde girl was the first time he'd heard her talk and her voice was musical and very clear–clear enough for him to hear everything she said unless she talked very quietly. It wasn't high- pitched, but it wasn't deep either. Rin's voice was a pleasant middle tone.

She'd looked annoyed and disappointed for the rest of the class after the new girl murmured something to her. The dark-haired girl had glanced up at the teacher and then moped the whole rest of class. He almost wanted to snicker.

Being disappointed was what you deserved if you slept through every class.