Narrator's POV

After 25 tremendously long minutes, you had arrived into your neighbourhood at last.

The sky was pitch black, and you barely distinguish any stars left in the sky.

You switched on the torch on your phone to find your home keys. It was stuck between my bottle and my sanitising kit so it took a few moments to find it.

"Well thank you for dropping me off...enjoy your night," you greeted as you unbuckled your seat belt.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" He locked your car door.

Bitch...

"Oh right...sorry," you chuckled shyly. "The online clinic is called ##### ####. Can you unlock my door now?" You agitatedly asked.

"No, I already searched up that site and it said sold out," he ignored your question.

"That maybe my fault because I technically bought about four bulks  worth of those disinfect-in gel. Sorry..." you words grew quieter as you explained.

"Maybe it's your fault? Of course it's your fault," he sarcastically commented. "Just how fucking germaphobic are you?" He mumbled.

"Okay, no need to for that tone. It's rude. And yeah, just because I am not the same level as you on terms of being a germaphobe doesn't mean it should be looked down upon," you spoke back to him. "If you wanted ask for some hand sanitiser then just ask. I'm not the devil."

"Can I have some hand sanitiser?" He glared at me.

"Yes you can have some, but please stop with the attitude. Keep that shit to yourself. Also, unlock the door so I can go in," you commanded. He sighed and did as you told him.

You both walked by the entrance door and you unlocked it with your house keys. He began to follow you as you walked inside the house.

"You can sit over there," you pointed at the living. "While I quickly get your sanitisers," you said as you were running up the stairs. He walked over to the living room, sat down and went on his phone.

|Manager-san|

Manager
Oi Sakusa.

You better be kind to her.

Sakusa
Don't worry I wasn't rude to her.

Manager
You see and she doubted me.

Such a silly goose.

Sakusa
What do you mean doubted you?

Manager
Well she was nervous to go in a car with either you and Tsumtsum.

Sakusa
Why would she be nervous of Atsumu and I?

Manager
I'm not allowed to say...

Sakusa
Explain?

Manager
I just said no though.

Sakusa
Please?

Manager
Fine, but you can't tell her that I told you, okayyyy

Sakusa
My lips are sealed.
🤐

Manager
Okay, it's because she wants to fuck you both but more Tsumtsum than you but anyways, she feels like you would be a dick to her because of the situation this morning.

Sakusa
...

Okay, well she is coming back, so talk to you later.

Manager
Oooo, tell me what happens

So she wants to fuck me huh?

As you walked down stairs with a plastic bag full of bottles, you saw Sakusa walking towards you.

"Here is your packet. Hopefully this is enough for a month or so," you hand it too him a little bit out of breath.

He takes the packet you handed out and checks how many are inside.

"You didn't need to put that many inside, but thank you," he gradually thanked you.

"Well I realised that what you said really made me notice that I wasn't being fair buying so many without thinking about other customers. I'm lowkey trying to not be an ass of a person this year so thank you," you rambled.

"You know saying this won't make anything happen, right?" He sighed, beginning to walk back to the entrance.

"What do you mean?" You went blank trying to figure out what he meant.

"I know you like me that kind of way but sorry, you're not my type," he stopped walking.

"Okaaaaayyyy, and what do you want me to do with that information?" You looked at him with a distasteful face.

(This face)

"I don't care what you do with that information but I just want to make it clear," he turned back and carried on walking.

"May I ask where you got this ridiculous idea?" you had a feeling that you knew who it was.

"One of the boys told me," he lied.

"That's bullshit, I would have never told any guy in your team," you argued.

"It's called eavesdropping. Look, I don't like spending time at a stranger's house, so I'm going to leave," he adjusted his mask and opened the door.

You ignored his last statement and went upstairs without a care.

Once you heard a car's motor quieten down, you crept downstairs and went to go lock the entrance door.

You returned back up and went to go do your night routine since there was no homework nor any test to study for.

Your night routine followed with a long hot shower that would take 15 minutes. Next, you would dry yourself and put on special cream to keep your skin hydrated and smooth. After that, you put on a face mask that a doctor recommended that wouldn't cause you any allergic reaction. This has helped you not have any breakouts. Later, you redo your hair into two Dutch braids. Finally, you returned to your room, opened your drawer by the nightstand next your bed and took out your diary.

Yes, having a diary is extremely cliché and embarrassing cause what if someone reads but after watching Anne Frank, you felt the need to write so that in case you die, you would have something that people remember your life story.

Dear Diary,

The first day of school at Haikyuu College was pretty bad if you ask me.

First, the math teacher has the audacity to not check my information file.

Second, he only checked my test scores, so now he expects me to get mArVeLlOuS grades like, WHO THE FUCK ALLOWED YOU TO GIVE ME SUCH A STANDARDS?!?!!

Third, this guy has the nerve to pick up a fight to then calling me a hitch for standing for myself. Then he drops me off from school to then tell me that "it's never going to happen" like the fuck. Then he goes "it's called eavesdropping" even though they didn't even hear the right thing. Ughhh idiots.

Finally, a girl who I thought I could trust was untrustworthy.

so note to self: don't trust Misaki-chan with major secrets and just keep her around for helpful reasons but not necessarily for friendship reasons.

Not to mention, MOM MADE ME TAKE THE TRAIN TO SCHOOL...I'VE NEVER FELT SO DISGUSTED IN MY ENTIRE LIFE.

I gained weight so that's another thing to feel great about today.

The school grounds makes me uncomfortable and I don't know what to do anymore. I always feel the need to clean or wash my hands but I refrain myself from doing it, since I know that I have to get over this stupid mental illness.

Why do I have to be like this? Why is life so hard for me?

You ended your last phrase with a tears leaking your eyes because of how overwhelming today was for you. You never really processed how you felt about moving, going to a new school and starting a new life.

You always have to work ten times harder than others because of your conditions and constant fear of disappointing your parents. And majority of the time, your hard work never pays off.

You felt that if you failed they would be furious because of all the money they had to spend on you because of you being a bit high maintenance than the average kid. Going to the doctor monthly  isn't cheap nor are dance lessons.

You got up from your bed and quickly prepared your school uniform and put the books that you needed for tomorrow. Once you were done, you went back to bed and cried yourself to sleep.