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"Baby I just wanna be yours"
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~ Third Person POV~
a couple of day had passed since the events of Christmas eve and Christmas day. It was now January 2nd, Y/n was getting ready for school knowing she hasn't seen Suna since Christmas. she got her school uniform on and did her makeup, quickly straightening her hair.
she made her way downstairs to eat breakfast with her moms before they would leave again in a couple days for business reasons. Y/n smiled to her self knowing she had finally gotten the bond with her moms back.
after eating the short girl made her way to school, enjoying the scenery while she could. taking in the beauty of how the snow lightly covered over the trees and the grass. the sky being a beautiful shade of blue with clouds spreading nicely. the cold air hitting her skin, just the smell of fresh air. she had enjoyed every bit of it until making it to school.
"BITCHHHH" her best friend had shouted from the school gates.
"Ru I love you, I really do but its 7:54 in the morning. why the fuck are you shouting." the two tone haired girl said rubbing her temples.
"Damn who the fuck twisted your tits this morning. anyways guess what!" the dark haired girl said with excitement.
"What Ru?" Y/n said facing her best friend who was beaming
"Atsumu asked me to be his girlfriend finally!" The raven haired girl smiled brightly
"about time, you guys have been fucking on the low for so long" Y/n said laughing lightly
"Hey Kags game is tomorrow do you still want to come?" Ru asked Y/n
"yes! of course I wanna see the brat. I'll also be able to see Kenma since it's been a while" Y/n said smiling slightly to herself.
time: 8:03 am >Y/n's POV
Before class started me and Ru wanted to smoke for a bit. We walked behind the building we always smoke at to find Suna and Atsumu.
