#rinxyou

"You need to stop fooling around with your art stuff. After graduation, you'll join me and make yourself a career", your father just wouldn't stop picturing your future for you.

"Do I have a vote in this?", you smiled a little.

It is not like your father was a tyrant, you meant a world to him. You had everything, but not your future. He just didn't consider your aspirations.

"This is your future we are talking about, Y/N. You should thank me for being so interested in it. I love you and wish only the best for you".

"Yes, sure, Dad. Thank you. I need to go. I don't want to be late on the first day in a new school… in the middle of the year", you kissed your Dad on the temple, grabbed your school backpack and went out of the cage.

It was a bit chilly outside, but it is exactly what you needed – fresh, cool air. You took a deep breath and put on headphones.

Play…

Intoxicating vibes filled your mind and put your soul at ease. Maybe just for a bit, but it worked for you.

You walked past small colorful shrines with little fox statues and tried to imprint little details, so that you could draw it later as a sketch or even with watercolors. Perhaps you'll even make a foxy themed bullet journal.

Oh, it would look so cute…

You didn't notice that you've already reached your destination - Inarizaki High School.

As you were about to go straight to the lockers, you felt a strong push from behind.

"Samu, you jerk! What the hell?", bleached boy didn't even try to look sorry.

"Hey, are you alright? Sorry, I didn't notice you. It is just my stupid brother and his morning antics. Are you new? I didn't see you before", grey haired boy, approached you with curiosity.

"Yeah, I am fine. Moved a week ago. I am sorry, I need to go, need to find my classroom", you bowed and turned around.

"Hey, wait. What class are you in? I can show you the way".

"What? You? The way? Samu, don't be stupid. If you need a guide, I am your guy. Atsumu Miya at your service", he winked and held out his hand.

"Cut it, Sumu. He is an idiot. Don't mind him".

And just like that, they started bickering. It would probably entertain you a bit, but you decided not to waste any time.

"I am fine. Thanks", you walked away from the loud twins.

You found your classroom without any further problems and stopped for a moment in front of the door.

You've got this. It is just a new school, new people …

You were lucky, the bell rang, and the teacher welcomed you. You made a quick routine self introduction and took a place at the back of the class, near the window. Perfect.

Time passed by and it was already lunch pause. Mmm, the most delicious time of the day with its long peaceful break for all the students.

It had always been the most special time for you, as you found the best hidden spot on the rooftop at your previous school, to escape from everyone and everything, and spend the time in your own universe … doodling, sketching.

That was your quest for the break in this new school – to find the perfect deserted place on the roof and claim it as yours. Little did you know, the perfect places don't stay deserted for long.

You sneaked out of the classroom before anyone jumped on you with questions for newcomers. There will be time for that, you thought.

Five minutes later, you found it – your desolate paradise – the sun peeking from the corner, to keep you warm on a chilly day, zero noisy pipes to distract you and take you out of the mood. Ideal.

You didn't want to waste any time. You leaned against the wall and took your sketchbook out. And just when you wanted to turn on the music, you heard a quiet, yet annoyed voice.

"This is my spot".

You blinked twice, then looked at the source of the voice. Dark brown weirdly combed down hair, with few strands at the top and middle-parted bangs. Foxy grayish-yellow eyes piercing through with a blank expression.

"Excuse me?".

"This.is.my.spot", he repeated, bending slightly down.

"Ok, Doctor Cooper. What do you want me to do about it?".

"Suna. And this sitcom is so outdated".

"True. It has its charm, though", you pretended not to understand his hints.

"So?", he quirked his brows.

"What? If you expect me to leave, then you are sooo wrong".

"You are, supposedly, a newcomer so, technically, you have no right to claim this spot, for, at least, a couple of weeks".

"And you are a local roof Sheriff now? I am teeeeeeerribly sorry, Mr. Myspot, for not being sorry".

"You are a stubborn one, aren't you? Don't want to leave, then move".

You frowned, but moved a bit, just not to spend the whole break debating. You held your hands in order to accommodate yourself, when he plopped down on your legs.

"What the?".

"It is your entrance fee to the club".

"Who said that I want to join?".

"You".

"When, smartass?".

"Oh. You hurt me right here in my meow meow", he grinned with closed eyes.

It was a stupid meme, but you cracked. It didn't go unnoticed.

"Hm. You can smile. Ouch. What was that for?".

You slightly pinched him by the cheek.

"Didn't know artists could be that tough", he teased.

"What made you think I am an artist?".

"Come on. I saw your sketches… they are pretty cool".

"Yeah, I know", you sounded smug.

"Oh. Wow. Self-esteem".

"What's the point to do art, if you don't cherish it. This is the way".

"You are such a nerd. I wanna see more".

"What? My works or Mandalorian?", this time you teased him.

"Don't be ridiculous. Of course, Mandalorian".

"Oh, look who is a nerd now", you giggled.

Somehow, this strange encounter made you feel warm and serene.

"Here", you held out your sketchbook to him.

"Hm? Really? I can?", he was a bit confused.

You nodded and kept your eyes at the clear blue sky.

He turned gently the pages over, examining each one in details. You found yourself being captivated by the sight of his fingers, turning the pages. Then you looked up at his face. You found him appealing.

You felt the urge to dry his portrait. Not being able to do it at that moment, you bit your lower lip.

"Cute", he side-eyed you with a small smile.

"What? The little corgi? Yeah, he surely is".

"Oh, you wanna play dummy? I can do that", he laughed.

"Can I draw you?", you blurted out, looking him straight in the eyes.

"Yeah, sure, I guess. I have one condition, though".

"I am listening".

"Don't get involved with the twins".

"Twins? Ah, Miya. What? Why so sudden? I hardly know anyone here. By the way, Osamu looked normal, I guess. They seemed a bit loud, though".

"You know me now. I saw you bumping with Atsumu in the morning. And their antics will get you into trouble", he mumbled, frowning a bit.

"If I went completely insane, I would think that you like me", you felt so confident, but regretted it instantly.

"Would it be so bad if I do?".

"No. Wouldn't it be too fast?", now you were blushing. You didn't expect him to be so bold and confident. You did share the feeling.

"Maybe it is that thing with the first sight", he put your sketchbook to the side and laid his head onto your knees. "Do you want some Chuupet?".

"I'd prefer something more nutritious".

"There is a café near, they make nice sandwiches and muffins".

"I have no choice but to come by then".

"Fine. Tomorrow. At 5. After school. You can draw. It is pretty quiet there".

"How can I say no now", you smiled at the thought of going on a date with him. "Look at me, first day at school and made a friend, that takes me out to eat something delicious", still, you didn't want to overthink the situation.

"What?!", he sounded annoyed, – "I don't want to be friends with you".

"You barely know me, you don't even know my name".

"Y/N. Class 4. Dorky. With old-fashioned movie taste. Amazing artist. You should probably make a living out of this", he paused, – "Rintarou".

Your face flushed, whether from the fact, that he knew your name, or from the fact, that he pointed out something you strived for. How in the world did he manage to know your name? It has passed only a half of the day.

"Are you a stalker or something?".

"Dummy", he gave a slight flick on your nose. — "Your sketchbook. It has your info paper".

Right… It surely had it …

"So… Rin. How are we going to share your spot. I am willing to claim it to myself", you were proud to mock him a little.

"Hmm. My spot. Your spot… Our spot. This is the way", he retorted, and your smile became laughter.

"You.are.a.dork, Suna Rintarou".

"I should go check it up then. What if it is contagious?".

Just like that, you found someone who saw you for who you were.

Someone to share your thoughts with. To crack silly jokes with.

And don't pretend.