𝟑𝟎 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 | semishira!

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟕.

Why do we trust love? What about love is inviting or warm? Love just leaves us alone, love leaves us hurt. So why am I falling again? Why am I falling for the boy I hated, why won't it stop?

Semi Eita is a motherfucking bitch. 

At least, that's what I try to tell myself everyday. Slowly, very slowly, I find myself falling for him. Of course he likes Tendo, and of course Tendo likes Ushijima, but my heart doesn't seem to care. 

It's not like Tendo will ever like him back anyways. 

The spot of the setter on a volleyball court is my favorite. Being the control tower of the most powerful team. Being able to control something. So why, why do I hate it now? I'm good at setting, I know that for a fact. We went to spring nationals with my setting, but at what cost? That whole game, all I could look at was Semi. I watched him sit sadly as I set for the game. His eyes looked dull. I hurt him, I hurt him with my setting? But why why do I care?

Semi now stands on the sidelines of our practice game. I can't help but feel the guilt swelling through me. It's our break, and coach is lecturing us, but I don't listen. Semi and Tendo are talking on the other side of the room.

I should apologize

I really should

Will that do anything?

I make my way over to the two boys, sweat dripping down my face. My legs are slightly shaking with nerves. 

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I walk over anyways

Semi glares at me as I stand in front of the two third years. They're both taller than me, and way more scary. 

"Hey Scrawnybu!" Tendo laughs. 

"The fuck do you want?" I spit back.

Fuck that wasn't nice at all. 

"Maybe I should call you Shirasalt or Saltybu then!" Tendo laughs. "What do you think, Semisemi?"

"I like Shirabitch best," he laughs, "Yeah, the Shirabitch who stole my spot on the team." His smile has nothing about it. It's intimidating.

"Well I'm sorry I stole your spot," I counter, crossing my arms, "I'm sorry my setting was better so coach kicked your ass out and gave me your spot." Semi's face hardens, and Tendo bursts into laughter.

"The sexual tension in this room-" he explodes. 

"Shut up, Tendo!" We both yell in unison. 

"You. Me. Outside. Now," Semi snaps. I raise my eyebrows.

"You sure you wanna fight? I mean, I may be better than you think. I stole your spot afterall."

"Owch!" Tendo exclaims. "You really are a saltshaker, Bitchybu!" 

"Oh yeah? At least I'm not a monster who scares everyone and has no friends. I mean please, Ushijima would never like anyone like you"

What has come over me?

Why am I like this?

I'm such a horrible person

Why do I hurt people?

Why is that all I can say?

Tendo cracks. His eyes turn to pure anger, and he launches himself at me. I feel his fist making contact with my nose. My eyes sting and start to water. I lunge back and kick him in the stomach. Tendo staggers, but regains himself. As he runs at me, Semi grabs him and holds the red-head back.