☢ CH 16 ☢

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FEELING DISTRACTED, you paid heed out the window that led to the school corridors. After meeting Asahi outside the gym, you felt dejected and lost control of your mind during classes.

I'm being absent–minded.

Moreover, the plain sight of Asahi watching in amaze at Hinata and Kageyama ticked you off. Not in a way that you despised him, but he triggered a memory.

The way his chocolate brown eyes glisten with ambition, yearning but his face showed likewise.

It was if he's holding back.

Why would you do that when you have many potential and the wings to play?

Slowly as you reeled about the encounter, you felt the weight of your eyelids. Trying your best not to succumb in a tiring slumber, you obnoxiously rubbed your temples.

I envy him.

"I envy you."

Dumbfounded, you stared at the females surrounding your desk as they leaned down to take a closer look,

"I thought she was wearing contact lens or makeup, it must be nice to have flawless skin."

The sight of strangers circling you, complimenting you, touching you and pressuring you made you felt apprehensive, you prayed they would leave.

"You must have a long line of boys goin' for you." A senior commented, folding her arms in an intimidating manner, "You got the beauty but do you even have the brains? Or brute?"

A familiar twinge shot through your chest, more and more people resumed to criticized you – the room soon starts to suffocate you and you abruptly stood up,

The voice stopped and their lips formed into a frown, slowly into horror as a student fell.

"You asked me if I have brute strength? I do and I'll make sure you can't talk." You threatened, slowly having a mutual feeling of loathsome for the people who disgraced you.

It continues to grow as you see the change of perception in those eyes – that day, was the day that you knew about the world's true beauty.

EXHAUSTION dragged your glum body out the classroom, down the stairs and towards the vending machines. In fact, your whole posture reminds passing students of a familiar grim reaper, who has infinite love for apples.

You had been sleeping relentless after consuming the hit from Oikawa, the impact must have dragged your lost memories back.

Because every time you drift off to slumber, you could vividly picture your old school and middle high – the frustrating moments you wished to seal.

It's not like you have control of what you dream.

"Oi, short pants." Called Masaki, sauntering over to your side.

His brows reached up to his hairline as soon as he saw your face and bad posture, he choked on his laugh; clasping his mouth from bursting.

"Oh, Saki." You frowned, "Where's the other?"

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