[Book 1]
Your friend demands that you be the script writer for the supposed love story between her and Oikawa Tooru.
Or in which you're forced to shove two people together, painstakingly describing their romance arc, as you slowly fall for the volle...
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"What?!" Rin whined, the very next day, back at school, in front of the gates. "You don't mean that! You can't just never go to a party again!"
"I meant what I said," you laughed shakily, pressing a hand to your forehead. "And besides, sometimes it's a pain to leave," you murmured, recalling how you and Oikawa had to push through a ton of people before finally reaching the door.
There, the both of you had given each other a tired goodbye, before going your separate ways, seeing as your houses were in different directions (you couldn't have been more glad about that fact).
"It couldn't have been that bad," Rin tried to reason with herself, giving you a half serious glare from beneath her eyelashes.
"No, it was," you reinstated, with a slight shrug.
"You're so overdramatic," she scoffed; the emotion in her eyes was a mix between forced sympathy and mockingness; you could physically hear her thoughts crawling through her head, an assortment of how pathetic you were, to how you'd never be able to do what you asked. "I don't know why I bother with you sometimes, (Y/n)."
She spat out your name as if it were a bitter poison, causing you to outwardly flinch, and divert your gaze to the floor, watching some of her spittle land near your feet. Had that been on purpose?
"I hope you'll understand at some point how important it is that I get to know Oikawa-kun," Rin hissed angrily, her words dripping with malice, "because you can't stay a hermit forever, and this is just one example of how you acting like a child really fucks everything up."
She didn't understand. She'd never made an effort to try and comprehend how hard being an insecure introvert was.
Why were people twisted? Why did you let people walk over you, this bitch nonetheless?
Because she was the only thing you had left.
After that, you and Rin shared some pointless conversation until you parted ways to go to your respective classes. There was a nervous jolt to your step, as you walked, considering you might actually have to greet Oikawa when you entered the room. That thought in itself was terrifying...
"(L/n)," the sound of your name coming from somebody else's mouth apart from Rin's sent a large amount of warning bells going off in your head, but it was a voice you'd heard before; turning around slightly, you met the gaze of Karasuma, who was giving you a concerned look. "I heard that you went to the party yesterday. Is that right?"
All you could bring yourself to do was nod in affirmation, accompanied with a barely audible hum.
"Oh, I see," Karasuma laughed, somewhat awkwardly, "I... was just a bit surprised. You don't seem like a party person."
"I-I'm not," you were shocked at how easily the words were slipping from your lips, "my friend dragged me into one. Well, more like guilt tripped me, if we're going to be honest."
