"𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁."
"𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲."
~In which, a girl has been in love with a certain pretty setter for as long as she can remember and he continuously ignores her, no...
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"Besides, you're not my type so don't say anything bad about Y/N's looks."
—: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:—
~The next day, Y/N and Akaashi were walking around school, looking for their owl-haired friend.
Well,
More like, Akaashi was looking for him and she was just following Akaashi. She heard the same whispers she heard everyday,
"She's still following him?"
"Why doesn't he just tell her to go away?"
"I'm all for a crush, but that's just plain obsession."
"If she's pretty, why doesn't she just go for someone who will actually talk to her?"
She pretended she never heard them though. No matter what anyone else says, she was always going to follow Akaashi. Suddenly he stopped walking when he felt a buzz in his pocket coming from his phone. She had crashed into his back before he pulled it out,
"Sorry." She whispered.
"Whatever," He replied, "Bokuto-san said he wants us to meet him in the library. Apparently he canceled practice today because his teachers said he needs to get his grades up before they won't let him participate in any after school activities."
He looked at her, "What're you good at, L/N? I'm pretty good at math and english so I can help with those."
She started playing with her fingers, "I'm pretty good at chemistry and history. I can do those."
He nodded at her before they turned around and made their way to the library. In such short time, a lot of people went home so she didn't have to deal with the whispering anymore. It was then that she realized that was the most Akaashi has really ever talked to her.
Her eyes dropped down to his hand that carelessly swayed ever so slightly with each step he took.
'Would he be mad if I held it? Or would he brush me away? Maybe he'll let me hold it.' She thought.
Slowly, she reach towards his hand. Her eyes widened the closer it got. Right when she was about to grab hold of it, he spoke up,
