Most Unfortunate - Daichi X Reader

PART SIX: ABC is Easier then G.Y.M

As slow as humanly possible, I pack my belongings into my bag. 'I really don't want to go to a gym.'

As I finish up, I can see Kiyoko waiting in the doorway with her elegant gem blue hair waving around catching the sunlight. I approach her with my backpack slung comfortably over my shoulder. "Hey Kiyoko, I hope you weren't waiting long," I said fumbling with the strap of my bag.

"No, I just got here. Let's go." And she begins walking down the hall.

'Can't we stall a little?' I think dragging my feet along behind her, dreading the intoxicating smell of rubber and sweat. I fight the urge to bolt in the other direction as we make our way down the school halls.

We walk in silence, which in my perspective is increasingly uncomfortable as time goes by. I can almost hardly wait till we get to the gym, at least there will be sounds other than our footsteps amongst the unsocial atmospheres.

The entrance to what I presume is the gym gradually approaches.

Doors and I have not been on the best of terms as of today, but this door I loathe so much more.

I feel a cold sweat run down my back as the sound of sneakers squeaking against the polished floor rapes my ears. I stop right before going in, Kiyoko glancing back at me with a questioning eye. "Are you coming?" I nod in response as I take my first steps into hell.

A sweaty, stinky hell.

I brace myself for the worst, fearing the unknown. Or even more so, fearing the scarring image my brain has generated from what I do know. Which putting it lightly, looks like a nerdy introvert's nightmare.

Kiyoko beckons me through the open doors, and we are met with tall men skilfully moving across the court engrossed in a game of Volleyball. We sneak around the side of the court going unnoticed and taking a seat on bench seats. Next to us is a rough-looking man with his bleach blonde hair held back not so neatly with a headband, and beside him is Mr Takeda from class. Said teacher turns to me. "I'm glad you could make it Miss (Y/L)." I nod with a smile.

I do not typically go out of my way to watch sports, and I don't know what's going on, but it's kind of interesting. I quietly watch the boy's play; I smile when I see Kenzie waving at me from the other side of the court next two her new friends. Hinata and Kageyama, if I remember correctly. The Orange haired boy pulls on the tall blackheads arm, pointing in my direction with a smile. All three wave, arms flailing around wildly. They kind of remind me of the blow-up noodle guys outside the service station and car wash.

Why can't my sister find friends that aren't as boisterous?

The match ended as the group came together socialising and stretching. They all smiled and laughed together. The friendly exchange caused a small smile to crack on my face, but the calming mood was short-lived as it was rudely interrupted by screeching and yelling on the court. Those loud voices belonging to a couple of boys hugging one another in the distance, facing us sitting on the sidelines. "Kiyoko is here, and she brought a pretty girl!" They cry out in sync.

Before I know it, everyone is looking in our direction and the loud boys are up in my face. I jolt back surprised and soon discover these seats do not have backs on them. I let out a yelp as my butt slips off and I fall onto the hard floor. Looking up, everything appears so much bigger from below, and yet I am wishing I were even smaller, so small I could disappear as everyone is now gathered around looking down at me.

So embarrassing.

I feel my pulse thumping in my skull from the stressful situation. Or maybe that's the concussion? As I try to compose myself all moisture is pulled from my mouth as it goes dry. I don't know what to say.

What the hell do I say!

"Take a picture, it will last longer."

Wow, that's smooth (Y/N).

I internally facepalm. 'What the hell is wrong with me.'

I sheepishly grin and feel my cheeks heat up. I probably look like a turtle on its back following a strict curry diet that consists of 86% chilly peppers.

As if on cue, I see Kenzie's head pop into frame amongst the sea of strangers. A wave of relief washes over me to see a familiar face. "(Y/N)! Are you okay?" She says looking worried. But all I can do is nod, still not trusting my voice enough to utter anything. Who knows what verbal diarrhea might come out next.

I see a hand offered to me and out of reflex, I take it. My body is pulled upright with ease, which is surprising since I'm not the lightest girl. They must be very strong.

I shake my head out of its daze. "Thank yo-." I turn to thank my knight in shining armour only to be cut short being met with a very familiar brunette. I stare wide-eyed in shock.

Why him?

Why now?

"Um... Thanks. " I say everting my gaze from his warm chocolate brown eyes.

"We have to stop meeting like this." I hear his husky voice rumble, the sound deep and chesty as he chuckles. A moment of courage washes over me, allowing my gaze to flick back to his. Only to cause my heart to race and the feeling of my stomach churning into knots.

How can one man go from being my saviour to my inflictor of pain, however still sexy? And back to my life raft again. It's like he is following me around the school or something. I mean, in a way I did tell him he could early this morning. But I was kidding!

I see he isn't wearing the boy's usual school uniform and instead, it is replaced with the volleyball teams uniform, consisting of a black polo with orange accents, and of course to top it off, a nice pair of high cut workout shorts that showed his well-toned legs off to the world. Unlike this morning with my skirt debacle, my views have now changed as I'm very thankful this school allows pervertedly short attire. 'I swear he was sculpted by the gods'. When God mixed him up, he spilt too much 'hot bitch juice' in his cup. I think mister sex legs has moved up the ranks in my 'Book of Hotties.'

Sorry, Hugh Jackman.

I let out an embarrassed laugh everting my gaze and turning it to anywhere but him, which ended up meeting all the other team members staring at me with expressions of curiosity and mild amusement.

I chew my bottom lip.

This has been the worst day ever.

I'm starting to prefer flashing the principal.