𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄 ➥ 𝘩𝘲 𝘹 𝘵𝘳

𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

"Damn, I look hot!" Y/N exclaimed, examining herself in the mirror with a wide grin.

She had light makeup on that consists of wing eyeliner and lip gloss. Her long (h/c) hair was tied in a low bun with a few strands, framing her face. She didn't bother putting the headpiece on since she didn't like how it looks on her.

Dusting off her maid dress, she walked out of the restroom.

"Took you long enough," Suna said at Y/N, who only smirk.

It was now the last day of the school festival. Class 2-1 is currently up in the ranks in terms of profit. Their cafe served great food and because of Y/N and Suna, who effortlessly attracted the students to visit their booth.

Heels clicking sharply on the tiled floor at every step she took, reeking of pure confidence.

The two were about to turn into a corner when Y/N heard Aran and Omimi arguing with someone. Y/N merely shrugged, yanking Suna to see the commotion.

They were greeted by the sight of the whole soccer team sneering at the two volleyball players with a girl trembling behind them.

"Leave her alone," Omimi sigh as the girl hid behind his back.

Akito scoffed along with his members. A taunting smile was plastered on his face as he pulled out his phone.

"How about I tell them your little secret, Keiko? That you lead me on without me knowing that you like girls!"

The boys, except Aran and Omimi, mockingly laughed.

"I-I didn't lead you on! You f-forced me to g-go out with you," Keiko stuttered, tears brimming her eyes.

"Look, Akito, just move on," Aran said in a bland tone, clearly done with his bullshit. "Why can't you accept that she's not into guys?"

"Shut it, *****!" 

Everyone gulped as Aran turned to Akito with an enraged look.

"Ya did not just call me a n—"

Aran was cut off by Y/N, who pushed him aside. 

"You really are a piece of trash, Akito," Y/N mused, cracking her knuckles.

"Not only you're a homophobic but a racist too? Shit man, that's wack," Her usual smirk, faltering in agitation.

"Her preference is none of your motherfucking business. And even if she did like boys, I'm sure as hell she wouldn't go for a trash like you!" Y/N sneered, stabbing a finger on Akito's chest harshly.

"And you don't get to say the n-word, got that? Motherfucker thinks he's the hot shit."

A heavy tension filled the hallway as she stared menacingly at Akito, who stood his ground. He didn't want to show his team that he's scared of a girl.

"If it isn't the volleyball team's whore. Say, Baji, are you done sleeping with the whole team?"

Everyone, except Akito, sucked in a breath. They know well how this conversation will end up.

Y/N's eyes glowed with anger, advancing her fist towards his face. Akito laid on the ground helplessly as she straddled his torso.

She relentlessly pummeled him with her fists, her signature grin plastered on her face.

"Since you wanted attention so bad, how about I beat you to a pulp? Maybe you'll learn not to mess with me."

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