Rin Matsouka x Tsundere!Reader ~ 'Libretto' Ch. 2

 Introduction

It had been days since you met the burgundy-haired shark bait in the Samezuka boy’s bathroom. Although it was a strange event, you had pushed it to the back of your mind and rarely did any thought of him linger in your mind as you went through the daily motions of your life, which included being an average student with a grumpy reputation at Iwatobi High. You excelled at literature the most out of everyone, yet kept an average grade of a B or even at your worst times, a C in other subjects. The music program at Iwatobi was just okay, and putting your father’s mark of tutoring on your resume would be far better than the Iwatobi High’s music program’s little note on your resume.

So here you were, bored and staring off into space at the trees outside. The teacher was going over something too confusing for you, so you had given up about five minutes into his explanations. Record timing, (Name). The window was open, letting a light breeze to lift your (h/c) strands up every so often. At times, you would stare at the clock, your notebook open and blank, as your fingers tapped the beat to a concerto on the desk. The ring of the bell signaling the start of your lunch period interrupted your concerto, and you rushed along with the rest of the students at the kind of speed that only starved students could possess when the lunch bell rang.

The outside air greeted you, with the receding scent of blossoms lingering in the air that breezed through your loose bun, teasing a few (h/c) strands loose. Surveying all the students, chatting and laughing and gossiping as they began their lunch, you felt a dull, small ache of loneliness.

You liked to be alone, but not lonely.

Clutching your bento box, you started to head over to one of the isolated spots. You had to keep a rotating schedule of where to sit to avoid other students since people may be occupy the spot on the bleachers on the track or by the courtyard trees on some days.

“Hey you! Wait!”

A quick, rapid tug at your arm that jerked you back stopped your usual day. You nearly dropped the bento you made at four in the morning because you were too lazy last night to make it in advance. You were faced with a girl, who resembled the sharkbait boy. A growing feeling of dislike started as you looked the girl up and down with judging eyes. The same red eyes, but they seemed happy. The same burgundy hair, long and tied up in a ponytail. It was apparent to you that they were related, yet she seemed different from that brother or cousin you met earlier in the week. It was her aura. She didn’t radiate douchebag like sharkbait did.

“What do you want?” you said coldly, yanking your arm from her grasp. Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see two girls, around sharkbait’s sister’s age, watching with mild concern. They could be her friends. It wasn’t like you had a reputation for being a shining little ball of sunshine and rainbows.

“Um, well, your dad teaches at Samezuka, r-right?” The girl said with a nervous, awkward tone, since you were kind of being a little off putting and well bitchy, right now. You gave a quick nod, hoping to get this over with yet you were a little curious. The girl continued on with her words.

“Well, I was wondering, since you probably go there a lot after school, have you seen my older brother there? I was wondering if you know him and… yeah….”

A scowl appeared on your face.

“I’ve seen him, but I don’t know him. He’s kind of a jerk. Why are you asking me?”

She fiddled with the buttons on her blazer and avoided eye contact. You tried to soften your glare a little.

“Well, I was just wondering how he’s been.”

The conversation seemed to end turn, and without another word, you started to turn away, before she grabbed your shoulder. You turned around again with some irritation.

“I noticed you tend to sit alone, and well, maybe you’d like to sit with me and my friends today?” God, the girl was like a bouncy ball. You basically hit her with your cold attitude, yet she rebounded right away.

“That’s really nice, but-“

“That’s great! So you’ll come, follow me!” She grabbed your arm and you made a note to avoid burgundy haired people in the future. You were losing your appetite at just the thought of forced social interaction. Despite your protests (which she cut off anyways), she dragged you back in to the school and all the way to the roof. You were sort of considering throwing yourself off of it to avoid an awkward lunch period. Your face was wearing a rare expression, and some stopped and stared when you were thrust through the roof top door.

You were embarrassed, and flustered, with a pastel pink blush on your cheeks.

“I’m Matsouka Kou, by the way,” she said, placing unnecessary emphasis on her first name. Not like you were ever planning on calling her that anyways. As she led you to the little group of her two friends, they seemed to be as scared as you were – you weren’t exactly popular, in fact, you were a little imposing to say the least. Biting your lip, you sat down, and gave a belated introduction where you stared at the ground in an attempt to regain composure.

“(Last name) (First name).” With an inhale, you straightened your back, and put on your regular mask of slight distaste and no emotion otherwise. The two girls gave their names, yet you soon forgot them and resolved to speak as little as possible for the rest of the lunch period, and began to eat your bento (which was mainly rice with some unevenly cut strawberries and pickles - they didn’t taste so well together).

“Oh, so (Last Name)-San visits Samezuka daily?” One girl attempted to draw you in to the conversation.

You nodded, popping a strawberry in your mouth.

“Do you see the boys swimming a lot?”

You looked up. All three, including Kou, were looking at your expectantly. You frowned a little. Did they expect you to spin erotic descriptions of half-naked teenage boys?

“Not really,” you answered. “I usually stay on the upper floors. It’s where the music rooms are.” They seemed a little disappointed with your answer.

“Your dad is a composer, right? Do you play any instruments?”

Now that music was in the conversation, you felt a small urge to try and be a little friendly.

“He is,” you answered politely, and finally made some eye contact with the girl who had asked. “I play violin, piano, and I can sort of play the drums,” you mumbled, eyes back down to your half-eaten lunch. The girls commented on how cool that was, that you were able to play multiple instruments and that your dad was a famous composer. From then on, despite the resolve to try and put effort into conversation, nothing other than idle chit chat was discussed, before the bell rang. As you got up, you felt Kou tug once more on your arm, offering a pink, homemade bento with a pleading look.

“What are you doing after school? Going to Samezuka?”

You nodded, frowning with distaste and confusion. Why was she asking and offering some bento.

“Well, you see, I made this for my brother – His name is Matsouka Rin,” she explained, smiling a 100-watt smile up at you. If she was asking you to do what you thought she was going to ask then-

“Could you give this to him? I don’t see him often now. Could you pretty please give it to him?”

Your first reaction was to reject this quest, yet another brutal instinct popped up.

This could be a violent projectile against Sharkbait.

You nodded, and swiped the bento from her hands, wordlessly as you waved off her gushing thank you’s and all that. You stuffed the bento in your bag, and left the rooftop to go back to homeroom. The rest of the day was uneventful and followed the usual pattern – in class, you might look over at the boy that smelled like fucking sardines and he would make eye contact with you. A mutual sigh of “I-really-don’t-want-to-fucking-be-here” would escape from your mouth and he gave a sympathetic nod.

On the way to your locker to retrieve your shoes, you avoided the overly talkative green-eyed boy, who had a new blonde companion that seemed way too short for his age.

As you dug in your bag to find your phone to call your dad (he was a little overprotective and demanded you to call him once school ended), your hands brushed against the pink, girly bento. You grinned, a wicked, vicious grin.

You hoped Sharkbait had some ice. You might throw a bento full of rocks instead.