Out of Nowhere (Rindou x reader)

Chapter 41: Drown

She knew first hand what the other professors and headmaster were looking for, and the strongest contender out of everyone was this girl named (y/n) (l/n). Her work honestly looked similar to her own, and it rang alarms of concern at the technique this first year in high school had. This young girl's attention to detail may just be what would win over the judges, despite being one of the panelists herself.

However, with that, the plan was set in motion and a certain glean entered her hazel eyes.

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It was Thursday. A couple of days had passed since her meltdown and she was about to have another one in a second if this continues any longer. The first nine outfits were completed in a day or two, it was just the last one she was having the most trouble with. (Y/n) couldn't recall the amount of times she erased and redrew random shapes in hopes something would come to her eventually, but it didn't.

She could start the sewing process and ponder on the last outfit at a later time, but she wanted all ten outfits to be cohesive. She didn't want her last one to be the best idea she came up with, and yet the other nine were not along the same theme. Her perfectionism would force her to redo all nine outfits to match the only one she liked.

That said, her health was beyond fucked— she wasn't even sure if she was awake or hallucinating half the time. Less than three weeks until the fashion show and she hasn't started creating a single outfit yet. God, just kill her now—

Abruptly, her sketchbook was snatched from her and the (h/c)-nette snapped her head furiously at the perpetrator. She couldn't waste time like this so who...? Meeting violet eyes she knew all too well, a playful smirk painted his lips as he held the sketchbook away from her reach.

"The trash panda moves! Wow, I thought you were a statue with the way you glared at this thing," Rindo jeeringly spoke and waved the sketchbook in her face whilst (y/n) could feel her patience running thinner and thinner, "Your eye bags aren't even eye bags anymore. You kinda look like those crying manga characters with '3's in their eyes, not gonna lie. Do you think eye creams are gonna fix that because yikes."

"Haitani, give that back or god help me," the (y/h) girl didn't even try to reach for it, instead, she merely held out her hand and the tall boy nearly flinched at her tone. She wasn't entertaining the idea in the slightest.

"Lost my first name privileges, I see," he commented in an unbothered manner as she felt an irk mark beginning to form, "Better be careful, I don't want you breaking up with me. But to answer your question— or demand, rather— no, no I will not."

"Rindo, please, I don't have time for this."

"Until you eat the breakfast I got for you and take a nap before your class starts, I will not return this to you," Rindo held up her sketchbook and her mouth drew agape, "You haven't been taking care of yourself like you promised so now you have the Haitani Rindo from... Seven? Eight months ago? Whatever, my point is that I won't stop bothering you."

"Rindo—!"

"Hah, I'm sleepy," the blonde male yawned, carelessly plopped the sketchbook on his table, and rested his arms and head over it, "Goodnight (y/n). Wake me up when you've done what I asked or when your school ends. Depends if you sleep through your classes, you know?"

"Wait—!" She exclaimed only for him to 'fall asleep', exaggerated snoring emitted from him and the irk mark she felt earlier was definitely there now. She then shook his shoulders aggressively, "Rindo..."

That did absolutely nothing. All it did was bury his face even deeper in the nook of his arms and (y/n) knew he wouldn't budge. It was unfortunate that her boyfriend was a gangster so not a lot of things fazed him, and her tricks from the past won't do so either. Sighing in aggravation, she peered over to the paper bag on her desk and opened it, finding the canteen's breakfast pastries and her favorite: strawberry yoghurt milk.