A Life Mission-Free! ES Matsuoka Rin x Reader
(F/N): your first name
(H/C): your hair colour
(E/C): your eye colour
(Fr/N): friend name
(Fr/H/C): friend's hair colour
(F/C): Favourite colour
"Blablabla": talking
'Blablabla': thoughts
Ah, morning. The start of a brand new day. Yellowish lines glowed and reached every corner of the earth, bashing the dark with fierce yet soft light. Birds flew around and sang the morning theme, waking the unfurled flowers with its chirping notes. It was a perfect way to start this nice, warm, sunny day. Surely, this beautiful harmony would lift the spirits of all being.
Yet, one heart was gloomy, weighted down by an unknown and confusing feeling.
There, stood one woman who witnessed the gorgeous morning, yet mirth was nowhere near her (E/C) irises which stared at the object on her hand.
Upon closer inspection, it bore the sign plus or positive.
The woman—whose name was (Y/N)—could only release a tired sigh.
"I'm sorry..."
*knock* *knock*
"(Y/N)? Are you done yet?"
Startled, she almost dropped the item on her hand.
"Yes, just a sec!" she answered shortly after the question was heard, to prevent suspicion from he person on the other side.
She stuffed it back and hid it deep inside the first aid box, which tacked on the bathroom ceramic wall.
(F/N) wrapped her palm on the doorknob, the gold band on one of her fingers clinked softly on the metal sphere. Turning the knob and then pushing the door open, the man who called her earlier, stepped back to make space for the door.
"Heh, took you long enough." the maroon-haired male retort.
"Well, a lady needs to be pretty for her man, no?" she smiled sweetly and gave him a wink.
"Tch. You're going to work, not on a date." he grumbled, image of some random guy in her office hitting on her flash through his mind before stepped into the bathroom.
She only let out a giggle in response.
Descending the staircase, she went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for both of them.
With plan to make rolled fried egg in mind, she plucked the frying pan from its hanger. Left it on the ignited burner to be heated, she unclosed the red metallic fridge to take out a pot filled with brown broth, meat, and some vegetables. She turned on another burner and put the pot on it. Then, she started to cook the rolled fried eggs.
Sure, her hands were working the meal but her mind...were anywhere but here. Her (E/C) were dull and distant, pale pink lips formed a thin line. Oddly enough, her hands looked like they had a mind on their own; swiftly moving here and there, adding a good amount of spice, folded the egg into a rectangular cube then put it on a plate.
She fell so deep into the ocean of thoughts, that footsteps made by another person lived in the house went unheard. He clad in a uniform that consisted of dark blue buttoned-up shirt with a breast pocket in both right and left side and a dark blue ankle length pants. Badges were sewn; one above the left breast pocket and one on the right sleeve, showing his occupation and role in the society. Her name rolled out of his lips, but…
"(Y/N)."
"…"
"Hey, (Y/N)."
"…"
Felt a bit irritated for being ignored, he stood beside her and watched her every movement. He noticed her hands monotonously flipped and rolled the fried egg with chopsticks. Rin waved his hand on her peripheral vision, but no avail.
He still couldn't get a respond from her.
Moving to plan B…
His arms snaked and snugly wrapped themselves on her waist and pulled her back against his toned torso. Putting his chin on her shoulder, he softly blew hot air to her ear. Trailing down to the joint of her neck and shoulder, he gave it a peck before…
"Ow! Ow! OW!"
…He sunk his shark-like teeth to leave his mark on her.
"Rin, stop it! There's no way in hell that I will go to the office with a hickey! Let go!"
"Don't care."
"Seriously, Rin! The curry is already boiling!"
With breakfast on the line, he sighed in defeat and released her.
"Thank you!" (Y/N) said sarcastically as she switched off the burner and took out two plates.
Rin picked up the rolled eggs and arranged it on a plate. He strode and sat on the dining chair, waiting for (Y/N) to serve the curry rice.
But the rice didn't come.
Impatiently, he turned his head to face her.
Only to witness that she, once again, stared off space.
"Oi."
Silently, she faced him; a plate of rice on one hand.
"You do know that you were spacing out, right?"
She blinked like a curious owl, "Huh?"
"Tch, see? You did it again. What's on your mind exactly?"
"Something unimportant."
"Really?"
"Really."
"...you do know I was trained to interrogate people, no?" he inquired, still trying to fish out the truth from his beloved.
"And I stand my right to remain silent." she idly uttered while pouring the curry on two plates of rice then moved it to the dining table.
"Oh come on!" he groaned exasperatedly, running his hand through his magenta tresses.
(Y/N) felt guilty, especially since he did have the right to know. To reassure him, she mustered a finely sculpted smile, "I'm fine, Rin. Now hurry up and finish your breakfast. Time's ticking."
She knew that he didn't buy it at all. It was a lie and Officer Matsuoka was good in detecting lies. Rin, on the other hand, knew the turmoil inside of her and pressuring her would make it worse. She surely would break the burden and stress would flow in a negative way. Fortunately, Rin had learnt from experience about this matter, so he let it slid.
For now.