It was painfully obvious that Makoto and Haruka were into each other. In that way.
It was also painfully obvious that neither of them had any idea or any will to actually do anything about that fact.
Rin gnaws on his pen angrily, wondering why the fuck this is occupying his thoughts instead of his homework. Possibly because he's doing biology, and it's about invertebrates, and all this talk of snails makes him think of Makoto and Haruka and how they haven't moved a single step forward from fucking elementary school. A real snail's pace, that was.
It's an insult to the goddamn snails, that's what it is, because at least the snails get things fucking done, and those two never will if they keep....pussy-footing around each other like that.
Something cracks in his mouth, and Rin pulls his pen out of his mouth and grimaces. Another cap ruined, oh well. He rips off the now-useless top and tosses it towards the trash, before putting the pen down and propping his head up with his hand. It's obvious he's not getting any homework done now. Fucking snails.
He drums his fingers on the desk as he considers, frowning thoughtfully. Yeah, okay, so he knew he was kind of acting like the hugest jerk in the world to Haruka and his friends, but that didn't mean he didn't care. They were, somewhere deep in his heart, still his friends after all. It's just, if he got too close again, it'd just hurt all the more when he left and still couldn't make himself worth anything. Last time had nearly broken him, so it was in his – and their – best interest if he just stayed the irredeemable jackass.
Except watching Makoto and Haruka blatantly refuse to admit anything close to romantic towards each other when it was so goddamn obvious was nothing short of physically painful. If he had to continue to watch them do their little dance of 'I-love-you-but-I'm-not-going-to-admit-it-so-have-these-fifth-grade-level-affectionate-gestures', Rin was going to grind all of his teeth into fine white powder.
So, clearly, it was up to him to do something about this, in the best interests of his own personal health, because Gou was too busy drooling over muscles to care, that Ryugazaki guy was a newcomer and thus not aware of the urgency, and Nagisa obviously thought that it was the funniest fucking thing ever. If he wanted something to get done, Rin would have to do it himself, like always.
Shoving his pen back into his mouth, Rin leans back in his desk chair and crosses his arms behind his head. If he was going to do this, he was going to do it right, damn it.