(fem reader, so here's a bunch of fruity fluff food for y'all. HAPPY PRIDE MONTH 🏳️🌈)
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y/n had moments where she questioned if she really was gay. she'd catch herself spacing out in class, thinking about if she was faking her sexuality out of spite for hating men. did she even hate men? she couldn't tell, identifying her sexuality is confusing.
"hm? l/n-san? are you going to eat your lunch?" kiyoko shimizu asks, pointing at y/n's bento. y/n blinks, choking on her air and feeling her body shake as she locks eye contact with kiyoko.
"yeah!" y/n accidentally screams, using her chopsticks to take a chunk of rice and shove it down her mouth. "mmm yummy," y/n says with her mouth full and a smile.
kiyoko gave y/n a soft and gentle laugh, the kind that tugged at y/n's heart strings every time she heard her laughter and saw the way how her the corner of her lips curled upwards. out of the two years y/n has known kiyoko, she was scared to tell her,
that she's in love with her.
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"y/n, i thought shimizu said that your class was just learning this," daichi says, sitting back in his seat. everyone from the volleyball team decided to study at coach ukai's store, preparing themselves for final exams in order for everyone to go to the summer training camp.
