Y/N's POV
I didn't have anything to hide so I blabbed about what I do to not give a shit about hurting people's feelings, how to be rude but not rude enough that it's offensive and being honest without being too blunt. She seemed to be addictively intrigued by my advice, as if she were writing mental notes in her head.
"Can I ask you something?" I asked Misaki-san.
"Of course, anything," she replied with a bubbly attitude.
"What is my advice going to be used for?" I wondered.
"Well, I wanted to use this advice to tell the boys off in the volleyball team. They never take me serious as their manager and I'm sick of it," she irritably raised her voice.
"Wait, wait, wait...so you are a manager for the volleyball team?" I asked, pausing the blood circulation in my body.
She nodded with a light sigh. "That is so cool...you get to watch them train all day long," I envied. It was the kind that desperately wants to join the sport but also support the team as a fan.
"If you like it so much, why don't you come and watch it with me?" She offered.
Wait, so I get to watch volleyball...on my first day?!
"If the coach doesn't mind then I would literally love to watch them. Just the thought of watching a setter serve gets me so riled up," I started to get so excited inside.
Just the thought of seeing men playing is justtt soooooo sexyyyy
I can't-
"Then why don't you come watch today after school, since you seem eager to watch it?" Misaki smiled.
"Okay, let me first check if there is any dance class today then I can confirm if I can come or not," I said as we arrived at the dance class.
I look at the door to see the agenda.
Hip Hop is in Monday from 15:15 - 16:45
Ballet is on Tuesday from 15:30 - 17:00
Contemporary is on Wednesday from 16:00 - 17:30
"So what are you going to choose?" Misaki curiously looked at the sheet.
"Well I'm going to take Ballet, contemporary, acrobatics and maybe modern if I have time," I replied.
"Damn, that is a lot of classes," she was amazed by my response.
"This school has one of the best teachers in all of Asia so I wouldn't want to miss my chances of getting advice and learning more complex, diverse routines," I said as I was taking a picture of this schedule on my phone.
The bell had rang, meaning we both had to walk as fast as possible, back to class before the teacher had arrived.
We sat down at our seats and surprisingly, I hadn't realised she was right next to me.
"I lowkey didn't know you sat next to me," I felt so embarrassed.
"Nah, it's cool. Ooh, I wanted to ask you if you had any siblings?" She moved her chair closer to me. The teacher wasn't here yet, so she used the opportunity to continue to the conversation.
"I do, but they aren't in the country right now. And you?" I asked. "I do. He is in his last year of school like me and he is one of the most popular kids in school," she began to brag.
"Oh, so are you like a popular kid as well or..." I began to grow interested in her story.
"No I'm not, unfortunately," she eye rolled. "He is part of the swimming team which is a very popular sport in our school. If you ever want to know who he is, his name is Todoroki Shoto. And if you need help with something important, just tell him you know me," she continued.
"Wait, are you guys twins?" I questioned as I just realised their both in their last year.
"Oh no. You see we aren't actually related. His father married my mom. We just happen to be the same."
"Yo, do I smell a secret love story?" I grinned.
"Nooo!" She created an x with her arms.
"Ok, ok," I giggled. "Nah but it's really cool. Look at me being friends with someone who is from the volleyball team and knows someone very important. Ayeeeeeee, life is good," I gloat. She giggled at my response and we continue we our conversation until the next teacher came in.
~ T I M E S K I P ~
Misaki and I walked towards the school gym, where they would hold the practice.
"Omg, omg, omg, I'm so fucking nervous. Ugh, I hate it," I exclaimed.
"Don't worry, it's going to be fun and enjoyable," she smiled without a care.
Easy for you to say. 😒
We walked inside and saw about ten boys stretching on the floor and four drinking water.
As I was glancing around every direction, I took off my mask to smell the sweaty air the volleyball men breathe. Yes, it's grow but grow enough that I'd feel uncomfortable.
For some odd reason, the smell of sweat has never really bothered me. This legit made me question if I just pick and choose what is fine or not.
One of the boys who was stretching on the floor who had mustard looking hair came jogging to us with so much joy on his face. I've seen him before.
"Hey, L/N-san, remember me?" He smirked glaring at my lips. Now the real question is, why do I want him to take me out?
"Wow, yeah, yes, let's forget to greet me," Misaki sarcastically commented.
"Who cares about you? I see you almost every single day, I'm more interested in L/N-san," he lightly pushed Misaki to the side.
"Um...anyways so, yeah, I do remember you. The guy from this morning...Miya Atsumu?" I tried to ignore what just happened.
"Yes, that's my name baby girl. I'm guessing I was on your mind during school for you to remember me?" He moved a step closer to you. Gross.
"Maybe you were, maybe not. What about you? Was I on your mind this whole day?" I smirked back at him. I could do this all day. Ask. Me. Out.
"Oh so you are the dirty minded kind? I like that...I like that a lot," he seemed pretty impressed. What can I say, I grew with pretty sisters. I know how to flirt.
"You single butter cup?" He licked his lips.
Monsieur...I have Vaseline, just ask me 😭😭😭
"Yeah, I am," I confidently answer. Do. It. Do. It.
"What if we get together and do something this weekend?" He offers as he put his arms around my shoulders.
This bitch has the audacity to touch my shoulder when his hands weren't clean 😭😭😭
I immediately pushed him as hard as I can, away from me. You had one job. One job and you failed. All you had to do was just not touch me.
He gave a blank reaction, looking very confused at what had happened. "What the fuck is your problem? Don't touch me like that," I got very defensive way too quickly. It's something I need to work on. "Your hands are so dirty from touching the floor and you find it okay to touch my hygienic clothes, the fuck?" I disgustingly looked at him.
"Yooooo, Atsumu just broke the record of the fastest guy in the volleyball team to get rejected," a boy with chocolate brown coloured hair shouted as he came skipping towards me.
"That is not true, she is just a germaphobe, nothing special Shittykawa-kun. you will still hold that record til the day you die. You literally got rejected after two minutes. No one will ever break that record," Atsumu laughed.
I laughed my ass off as the two boys were bickering with each other. Honestly made my day.
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