you see rin in his samezuka maid outfit in his second year. he wishes you never did.
matsuoka rin x reader
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if it wasn’t for nitori aiichiro, rin’s overwhelming kouhai yet biggest supporter in every life aspect you could think of, rin believed that he could’ve escaped. he had successfully managed to swerve around captain mikoshiba and run into his room, shutting the door before he could be found. no way was he going to participate in that.
well, he was half-successful as he failed to realise nitori’s presence in the room. it didn’t take long for the second round of this escape trial to commence as he now tried to peel the grip of his underclassmen’s surprisingly heavy fingers off his leg.
“nitori—” rin seethed, one of his hands clutched around his roommate’s poor head, “let go of me before i break your skull!”
“matsuoka-senpai, please! it’s the swim team’s tradition that we host a maid cafe every year for the festival!” nitori cried as he locked his arms around rin’s thigh like an animal trap. “you’ll be forced to quit if you don’t participate!”
“then i quit!”
“no! you can’t! i won’t let you!”
“i swear—”
shaking under rin’s iron-hold, nitori winced as he looked up at him. “you’re aiming for the olympics! you can’t quit now! you’re not really thinking of throwing all that away just because of this, right?”
at that, rin paused. his eyebrows twitched as his brain racked through thoughts of what to do or say, not forgetting that nitori was still latched onto him. yes, he had high hopes for the olympics and no, samezuka’s stupid event was definitely not important enough for him to even consider giving that up, but what he did care and had a good amount of respect for was his name and dignity.
and there was only one person he could think of who he would never, never ever show the downfall of his status to.
he was doomed if she was to show up.
“senpai! please! just for the morning!”
eyes flaming red, rin shot a glance down at nitori, whose head was practically mushed into his leg. possibly dented from his iron-claw too.
“… just the morning, then,” rin grumbled, his voice so low that nitori had to hesitate, re-rendering his answer.
“really?! you will?! you’re not quitting? you’re going—”
“shut up already!”
—
the classroom was laid out with six tables, each big enough to seat at least four people at a time. they had a white tablecloth neatly adorned with black and red petals, signifying samezuka’s traditional colours. perhaps, if this wasn’t specifically a maid-cafe, it would’ve been a decent venue for a light snack bar.
the aroma of toasted waffles and freshly-cooked omurice was also pleasantly filling. everything and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves.
with the exception of matsuoka rin, who was busy moping in the corner like a dog who hadn’t been fed yet.
“senpai!” nitori chirped, reaching out to adjust the white frill of rin’s apron. “keep your chin up! you can serve the next set of customers!”
“shut up, nitori,” rin sulked, slapping his hand away and roughly pulling the frill on his own. “it’ll be better if i didn’t serve at all.”
“don’t be like that, senpai!” beaming, nitori leaned forward to meet rin’s eye, who was excessively making it obvious that any other comment would result in an instantaneous death. “besides! i have news for you!”
rin sighed, hanging his head in shame. “if it’s not me being allowed to leave, nothing’s news.”
as a new group of girls from a neighbouring school that rin vaguely recognised entered the room, he crouched, resting his hands on his knees. this was truly mortifying.
nitori let out a nervous laugh. “senpai, i want to leave too, you’re not alone on that, but this one’s good news!”
“… what.”
“i messaged (name)-san to come visit you! i thought you might appreciate the support! she said she’s on her way right now!”
at this point, it was a genuine miracle that nitori aiichiro had both eyes, or even half a nose as rin’s muscles were bulging, fully ready to sock the 16 years of life out of him.
and apparently, nitori noticed the complete 180 reaction that he hadn’t predicted as sweat started flooding out every pore in his body just by looking at rin’s hulk state.
“wait!” nitori stammered. “i promise i had good intentions!”
“you’ll be lucky to go home tonight instead of waking up in a ditch—” rin began, words practically inaudible as his teeth gnashed together like a hunting predator, until a voice that he recognised in a heartbeat rang from the doorway.
“rin!”
he had never wanted to be so wrong in his life.
footsteps began makings its way towards the almost-brawl-engaged pair before it stopped just near them. from the corner of his eye, rin regrettably knew exactly who it was just from the type of shoes.
seizing the moment before his life would be taken away from him, nitori jumped away from rin and bowed before you, his head almost colliding with the floor.
“(name)-san! you came!” he cheered. “thank you very much!”
you smiled and pat his head. “hey, ai! of course i did! it’s your big festival and i wanted to see how pretty you look in a dress!”
feeling braver now that you were there, ai shook his head fervently. “i appreciate it, but no, no! there’s someone even more beautiful right next to me!”
fully aware that he was gawking at you in shock, you took a step back to get a good view of matsuoka rin, your very tough and manly boyfriend donned in a beautifully sewn maid outfit from head to toe. by force or choice, his hair was brushed so that it appeared silkier than what you remembered it to be.
“nice outfit you got there, matsuoka,” you snickered, eyeing the white headband down to the knee-high socks. you shot him a playful grin, raising your brows too when you noticed his eye twitch violently. “you guys don’t possibly charge extra for a picture too, do you?”
mouth wide like a man who’d just witnessed God’s miracle for the first time, rin slapped a hand to his face, his expression haunted with the sight of seeing his girl of two years and three months standing just a hair’s width away, watching the beginning of his demise. it was one thing being embarrassed in front of her, but presenting himself in a frilly and unbelievably childish black and white dress was more than agonising.
“(name)… why did you come here?” rin said, voice muffled by his hand. “why did you even reply to nitori’s message?”
you laughed, which would’ve normally made rin’s heart tingle, but clearly not now. “how can i miss this? it’s a precious opportunity and i have ai to thank for!”
“you… i don’t even… this is the last thing you need to see!”
whipping out your phone from your pocket, you angled it so that the camera was perfectly focused on rin. “this is everything. now, move your hand, my camera’s about to eat this shit up.”
upon hearing the word ‘camera’, rin had never moved so fast in his days of swimming. he snatched your phone and grabbed your shoulders, pulling you towards him so suddenly that you crashed against his chest.
“absolutely no pictures!” rin yelled, clamping one large hand over both your wrists and using the other to delete whatever you managed to take.
“stop! i’ll keep it to myself!” you yelled back, yanking away from him. “just one! i won’t even show gou!”
“show gou and i’ll finish you!”
“rin!” you waved your foot in nitori’s direction. “ai! get my phone for me!”
nitori chuckled uneasily. “uhm… that is…”
“if you even so much as move, i will kill you, nitori,” threatened rin, his face morphed into murderous intent. his thumb hovered over your phone screen as he was faced with the horror of your password. “damnit, what’s your code?”
“hah! no way you’ll guess it! give it to me!” you took a fistful of rin’s dress in your hands and tugged with all your might. “rin! i’ll take a nice good picture, one that even you’ll like!”
“i said no pictures!”
and again, if rin was able to dunk his head under sand like ostriches did, he would’ve done it in seconds had he heard another familiar voice from the door.
“onii-chan…? what… are you wearing?”
you grinned like a cheshire-cat. “gou! i love you! rin! picture! now! take a picture for me!”
“gou!” rin shouted, shoving your phone into his pocket and pressing you close to him despite your struggles. “give me 10 minutes! i’m getting you and (name) out of here!”
