《WHAT THE HELL?!》[Shimizu Kiyoko x reader]

3. CHUN-LI

"WOMEN ARE AMAZING."

"(L/n)!" Sugawara's call breached the cold morning air, reaching your ears. You stiffened, unused to being talked to, before turning around slowly to greet him.

"Yahoo," you mimicked the dude you followed on instagram, "how are you this morning, Sugawara-san?"

(Yes, the dude you followed on Instagram was in fact Oikawa Tooru.)

"Very good, thank you!" the young man grinned at you, "So? How did you like my team?"

"They are..." you trailed off, frowning to yourself, before cocking your head, and asking in complete sincerity, "hey, are they on crack?"

"No!" Sugawara spluttered, "They are minors! And that's illegal! Anyway, I'm hoping that means that you like them,"

"They're a-ok," you replied, awkwardly holding up an 'ok' sign with your fingers.

"Great!" Sugawara laughed, his breath instantly turning to smoke due to the low temperature. "Hopefully this'll encourage you to meet them in person at some point!"

You paused, before murmuring, "Ayo, if you think 'bout it, the Japanese flag is just a pie chart to show how much of Japan is Japan."

Sugawara audibly slapped his palm to his forehead.

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School was a piece of shit that could suck your ass, then blend itself, serve itself in a restaurant, get shitted out, flushed down a toilet, into the ocean, and sink to the bottom of the sea and get eaten by plankton.

Which is why you were currently making up poems in English class, in the back of your book – though, they were not the... typical kind.

'She was poetry, but he could not read,
His name was Jared, and he was nineteen.'

'Roses are red,
Fish swim in tanks,
It's an avocado...
Thanks.'

'Such my four inch dick,
That hurt like a buttcheek on a stick.'

'When times of trouble comes,
Megan's words of wisdom speak to me...
Ahh.'

Works of pure genius, if you did say so yourself.

"(L/n)," your teacher sighed, clearly irritated at your lack of concentration, "if you're not going to pay attention in class, then please go and take these spare copies back up to the English office."

You almost died of embarrassment, and a few demeaning laughs rang throughout the room. Muttering an apology, you quickly stood up, and grabbed the sheets, and left through the door, ducking your head.

"Fucking bitch," you hissed to yourself, "why'd you print so many of these fucking things if you aren't gonna use all of them? The poor damn trees, I bet they're fucking offended as hell right now—"