y/n was THE girl at fukurodani. like, if she walked into a party you could guarantee that all eyes would turn her way. she was just that hot. too bad her reputation precedes her.

she was famous, you know. everybody knew her. everyone heard about her. everyone talked about her.

her second favourite thing to do was hear the outrageous rumours that went around about her.

her favourite thing to do was guys.

presently she was making out in the school bathrooms with a guy from the volleyball team. his name was konoha, as she recalled him telling her a few minutes ago.

(sorry i feel like konoha is underrated as fuck)

she was dominant, pushing him up against the door of the cubicle, playing around with his tongue as she slowly felt him get hard.

"i'm- gonna be late for practice", the boy said, breathing heavily

"aw, i'm sure you can spare some time", she whispered into his ear, lightly biting his earlobe.

"HEY HEY HEY Y/NNNN GET OUT OF THE BATHROOM RIGHT NOW", a voice yelled, interrupting the heated session. ugh of course.

"to be continued", she said smirking, before getting out of the cubicle to face her best friend, bokuto.

konoha walked out from behind her, embarrassed, mumbling an apology to the captain of his team before running to the gym.

"STOP MAKING MY TEAM MEMBERS LATE FOR PRACTICE ALL THE TIME Y/N I SWEAR-"

"calm down my love", she replied, getting on her toes and kissing the top of his head

"how many is that this week? 4?", he said sighing

"oh right, that reminds me", she took out the small black notebook in her pocket, checking the date. "do you have a pen?"

bokuto reached into his pocket to hand her a pen, watching as she ticked a few names off the list.

"yeah so this week is... 5 if you include that pretty boy konoha", she replied.

the boy in front of her face palmed. "if only she was this serious about her studies"

bokuto was y/n's best friend. their parents were friends from college so they often met and basically grew up together. they were inseparable, only she knew how to deal with his emo mode in every scenario.

he was the only person she would never hook up with ever cause ew it'd feel like hooking up with her brother or something.

"i'm coming over to your house later on okay?", y/n said

"cool bye bye love", he said hyped, before running to the gym.

y/n walked home alone, with her earphones in and hood of her jacket pulled up, slightly bobbing her head to the sound of the music. she groaned, remembering that she had a test tomorrow which she wasn't prepared for in any way.

it didn't matter that much, since she had a photographic memory. what others took an hour to study probably took her ten minutes. her academics were the main reason her teachers couldn't even get angry at her. she'd broken rules numerous times, but somehow always got out of punishment because of her great performance in class.

"helloooo", she walked into her house and waved at her mom before going up to her room. the first thing she did was study for the next day's test because it's just easier to be done with it.

she didn't particularly like her school curriculum but she did love books.

she read a few pages of her newly borrowed copy of the testament by john grisham before leaving to go to the bokuto's house.

she rang the doorbell and smiled at the silver haired boy who popped up a minute later, hugging him. they did all sorts of random shit when they met, from going on 3am drives to prank calling random ass people to making a hit list, you name it. they sat down in his room after she'd greeted his parents, who she called mom and dad. they'd practically seen her grow up so they were very close.

"so what do you wanna do today?", she asked bokuto

"LETS PLAY VOLLEYBALL" he exclaimed

"you literally just played it"

"but you weren't there", he frowned

"okay let's go", she said. she decided it was best to not argue with him since he was persuasive that way.

having known bokuto for so long y/n knew how to play. she was actually rather good at it but she didn't wanna play competitively cause it was too much work.

they went around the corner to the small park with a volleyball net in it and y/n began tossing the ball for bokuto to spike. he was the only person she could actually be herself around.

she had a group of girl friends as well and they were pretty nice and actually fun to be around. but sometimes they made her feel like they were only around her because she was popular with the guys.

"y/n take a video of me serving", bokuto handed her his phone

"i love you kou"

"i love you too but why'd you randomly say that"

"cause i probably won't say it to anyone else"

"that's depressing. are you gonna stop being a player and become an emo kid now?", he asked, putting his hands on her shoulders

"no it's just a fact, now hand me your phone"

˜"*°•.˜"*°•.•°*"˜.•°*"˜

welcome to benefits: the rewrite.

i started writing fics in september last year and this was one of the first things i wrote. my writing style has changed very drastically since then.

the premise is the same. y/n is a proper man-eater. bokuto is still her bestie. kuroo is still a fuckboy.

but there will still be MAJOR changes.

if you're a new reader, hii how you doin.

if you're an old reader, welcome back. it won't be as cringe this time around.