The Transfer Student (Aoba Johsai x Reader)

Eighteen: Being Decisive

Warning: Mentions of Seggs and all dat

Monday comes and goes and I find myself sitting alone at lunch, reliving a flashback of my weekend. Going after Mattsun's house led to well... my sudden inability to walk for longer than five minutes, hence my refusal to walk all the way to the table the volleyball team currently sits at.  Teru walks over to me, doing a double take at my appearance. 

"Who ran into you with their semi-truck? You have bruises all over you!"

The girl worriedly asks me, sitting down and examining my body, my darker skin failing to hide the damage of Matsukawa and his jealousy.

"Let's just say... Issei found the marks Kurro left on me last weekend, and he wasn't happy."

I state, the girl raising an eyebrow at my suggestive words. 

"Oh, so he's packing?"

"Beyond packing, bestie. I couldn't leave his bed yesterday, he's the reason I was absent. You really think I would skip without a decent reason?"

I ask the girl, who shrugs, smiling at my irritated state. 

"You wouldn't have stayed at his house if you didn't like him, Y/N. Just admit it, out of all of them, you pick him." 

Teru presses me, calmly taking a bite out of her bento. 

"Fine, I'm a giant simp for Issei Matsukawa and his fat cock, that the confession you wanted?"

I ask her, watching as water flies from her nostril, clearly not expecting that answer.

"Anyways, what do I do next?"

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"No."

Akira says plainly, his fish-like eyes staring into my nonexistent soul.

"What do you mean, no?"

I question the first year, leaning on his shoulder.

"You shouldn't thank Mattsun for railing you with a meme, idiot."

He responds and I sigh, deleting the Kermit meme with all the hearts and the simple words: thank you for the good seggs.

"Then what? I've never had to ask a guy or a girl out, they usually hit me up first! See, I'll show you my DM's!"

I exaggerate, the boy curiously scrolling through my phone, reading the long list of simps who are obsessed with every single thing I do.

"Damn, you weren't kidding. What do you have, a fan club that rivals Oikawa's?"

He asks me and I laugh, Akira giving me a look of disgust due to the noise that has escaped my lips. He scans the parchment I hand him, which is a note explicitly describing the various things I wish for Mattsun to do to me.

"You kinky little shit!"

Akira yells, and I slap him. A horse-like noise erupts from the boy, and I disdainfully look at him. Why was he coming at my laugh when his is a million times worse?

"Okay, I give up. Help me, please? I actually like this one, for once."

I beg, and the underclassmen sighs, but nods.