Wakatoshi walked into his literature class to see Y/n sitting in Ushijima's beloved seat, reading the same book she was reading under the tree

He was sure that Y/n would have at least acted differently after what he had said at the park.

Though he was utterly grateful that she kept his cousin safe, everything about her still annoyed him.

Y/n wasn't saddened by the olive haired male's words, she more mad at it that anything.

She was mad at him and the audacity he had to tell her something like that. Like, she was supposed to change for the guy who had frowned at literally everything.

When Wakatoshi approached, the female didn't spare him a glance. Her finger fiddled with the edge of the page before she turned it gently.

Y/n felt his intense gaze and slightly smirked at it, "Is there a problem, wall-san?"

The bigger male said nothing and rested his bag down near the desk in front of her.

"That's what I thought." She said, it was soft but certainly wasn't missed by the stoic male.

Ushijima turned to her direction, "You certainly don't give up, L/n. Not many people would put a fictitious smile and act like everything's fine in hopes it'd bother the enemy."

Ushijima stood straight and didn't falter as he continued, "If you think it bothers me, you are sadly mistaken."

Y/n stood to her feet in an instant, her thighs pushing back the chair she once peacefully sat on with a loud screech that got the entire class attention.

Everyone could see the burning tension between the two who glared at each other like if looks could land someone 6 feet under.

"Is everything okay here?"

The pair pried their eyes from one another towards the teacher that had just walked in the classroom.

He raised a brow, prompting an answer to his question.

"Yes, sensei." The female nodded, followed by taking a seat. She heaved a huge sigh and took out her literature books for class.

The syllabus required the students to be taught the miraculous play written by the widely known Williams Shakespeare, The Tempest.

Mao sensei had just finished up the book and he was ready to move on to his favorite part.

"Debate." he said, "Is Prospero a good guy or a bad one? Let's hear it."

Wakatoshi was actually passionate about literature, it was his favorite subject. It was something about the language style and the art of it that captivated him.

The class was completely silent before Wakatoshi decided to speak up before his sensei started to choose at random.

The male started and every single pair of eyes dawned on him, "He was betrayed by his own blood and was exiled from his home. Prospero was wanted to be killed by many, yet he had the heart to forgive those who had wronged him."

His sensei as well as every other student seemed impressed by the male's perspective on the character. His words quieted the class as no one knew what to say to oppose. 

"That doesn't excuse his actions."  All of the attention then turned to the h/c haired female behind him, "Prospero blackmailed an innocent soul for years and made sure everything went in the way he wanted. The past doesn't give you a reason to do such things."

Ushijima turned his head to the side slightly to get a view of the female who leaned back in her chair with her arms folded.

"His intentions may have been despicable at first, but the play obviously shows character development where he decided to have mercy on his enemies." Wakatoshi stated, he spoke as if only truth came out of his mouth, "Change is a trait of a good man."

This caused Y/n to chuckle lowly, Ushijima turned more to face the female. Y/n leaned forward and placed her forearms on the desk; her face inching towards Wakatoshi's.

"You sure know a thing or two about what traits are good or bad." Y/n snapped, "Did you write the book on how humans should be deemed perfect? Last time I checked, 'written by Ushijima Wakatoshi' wasn't written on the bible."

Just then the bell rang, and the class still stirred in silence and everyone watch the two once again. A girl and the Ushijima Wakatoshi had some kind of altercation between them so obviously people would be talking about it.

Y/n was the first to collect her things and head straight for the door, walking down the hallway and heading towards the spot she always sat at for lunch.

"L/n."

Y/n stopped and her eye twitched upon recognizing the voice.

"No one is perfect, I am not perfect. The one thing I strive to be perfect at is volleyball." said Ushijima, "Besides my family and friends, I certainly don't care for anything or anyone else."

Wakatoshi headed the opposite direction towards the cafeteria, leaving Y/n in the presence of the words he spoke.

She scoffed and continued walking towards her set destination

The female screamed out of frustrated into her bag as she sat on the fluffy grass under the Sakura tree.