{You're under my spell} Matsuoka RinXReader [2/3]

*tap, tap, tap*

A perverse smile erupted on [_f/n_]’s face as she diligently typed the draft of her report. The girl's soft eyelids close and her mind replays the beginning of her master plan.



Ah, he’s arrived just like clockwork~


Rin-kun~~~ You make my Friday’s extraordinary with your broad shoulders and silky maroon hair....


She could feel a pink blush growing on her [_s/c_] face as she handed the menu to him. The waitress knew that he would just flip through and habitually choose the same item every time.  


Spicy. Choshu. Miso. Ramen.


“I’d like the spicy, choshu miso ramen. Thanks.”


Hmm... Spot on, like always.


“Of course.” [_f/n_] smiles in reply.


Her steps become light and bouncy as she walks towards the kitchen to inform them of the handsome male’s order.

Every time he comes, his concentration is only on the ramen - if only I could make him notice me....


*ding*


A quizzical expression falls upon [_f/n_]’s face, as if she was experiencing deja vu.


A huge cheeky grin overtakes the [_height_] girl’s face.


Why not try her science experiment on Rin-kun?


It wasn’t shallow at all, it’s in the name of science....


Yes.


FOR SCIENCE!


-


The experiment continued to be repeated by the lovestruck girl over the span of a few weeks, and the maroon haired subject still oblivious to her actions.


*crack*


The [_h/c_] haired girl sets down the ramen and chopsticks in front of Rin, whose salivary glands were working overtime.


“Thanks [_f/n_]-chan.”


She giggled to herself as she walked back to the granite counter, flipping her [_h/l_] hair like a succubus spreading her pheromones.


-


The smell of grilled mackerel filled the dull, unlively house. Rin lied lazily on the lounge room floor as he watched his best friend nonchalantly preparing dinner.


“’Mackerel? Again?! I swear, one day you’ll die by the hands of your beloved water-chan~” a mischievious laugh rang throughout various parts of the house.


“....”


It wasn’t funny. Not to Haru, he really did want to ‘swim with the fishes’ and be one with the ocean someday....


“Are you eating?”


His mouth could still taste the spice from the ramen, which was still subtly lingering on his tongue.


“No, I ate already at that ramen place near the pier.”


“You go there a lot.” the freestyler’s words pack a punch.


The sharp teethed male averts his eyes towards the corner of the suddenly stuffy room. He anxiously swallows his saliva and a rather large blush forms on his cheeks.


“Uh N-NO! I don’t got there a lot, the food is just really good...” the male tries to fool himself.


A thin layer of sweat develops on the smooth skin covering his muscular body and his maroon hair is out-competed by his red tomato-like face.


“THERE IS THIS GIRL AND ILIKEHER. I LIKE HER OK?!”


“...”


“I MEAN. WHATEVER. SHUT UP.”


“I didn’t say anything.”


The house was swallowed in silence and the symphony from chirping of crickets was crystal clear.
The water obsessed male returns to the living room with his mackerel, observing his confused friend.


Fine. I’ll let him share this time only


“Rin. Bath, cool down.”