𝐇𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 [𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮; 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐔]

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     "You're really going to school like that?" Osamu asks, looking at my choice of clothing. I raise a brow, looking down at my outfit. "You're so gay." He mumbles, walking out of the house and toward the driveway to his car.

     What's wrong with it? I'm only wearing what was in my closet...

     Black fishnet leggings under multi-ripped jet black jeans, white oversized hoodie, choker, chain necklace, all-white high-top vans, and some rings on my fingers. So how does this make me look gay?

     Maybe it's the leggings. Eh whatever, I don't care about what people think of me. The only opinions I do care about are my friend's opinions.

     Grabbing my keys, I walk out of the house and toward my black Dodge Demon. Sliding in, I start up the car and pull off of the sidewalk and begin driving to the school. Soon catching up to Osamu in his black Dodge Charger, I honk at him and flash my headlights at him.

     He sticks his hand out of the window and flips me off, making me laugh.

     After getting to school, I park beside Osamu and turn off my car, stepping out and stretching.

     Meeting up with Osamu in front of my car, we begin our way inside to the cafeteria. Looking around, I spot my friends sitting with Sakusa's friends. My brother and I stiffen before hesitantly walking over.

     "What are you guys doing over here?" I ask coldly, growling. Bokuto gals at me, pulling Akaashi further into him protectively. The ravenette rolls his eyes in response.

     "Avery invited us over. But Sakusa said that no matter the circumstances, Atsumu cannot sit here." Suna says bluntly, making me frown. Looking at Mila, she looks down and trembles beside Avery.

     "Eh? What's wrong with sitting with me?"

     "If you haven't noticed, you're selfish, arrogant, bratty, spoiled, and you have a superiority complex," Akaashi states venomously. "Every single time you killed me, you would progressively make it more difficult to bear. You would put me through more shit as time passed."

     "But you said you were okay with it?" At this, the ravenette scoffs, shaking his head before laughing bitterly.

     "You really think I was okay with you killing me and impaling me with your dumbass horns? No, I wasn't okay with it in the slightest." Akaashi spits out, standing up and getting in my face.

     "The teacher had it out for you, Akaashi. There was no way he was going to let you go without getting killed. It wasn't about making you stronger and fixing up strategies, it was about watching you suffer." I state, pushing him back a little.

     "You're an ass, Atsumu." He says before grabbing his water bottle and quickly dumping the water all over me. "You're the main reason I want to kill myself." He adds, tears welling in his eyes.

     "Atsumu-" Osamu mumbles as I back away slowly, looking around frantically. Everyone's eyes are on me, judgmental eyes. "Atsumu, wait!" He shouts as I turn tail and run out of the building.

     Not seeing where I was going, I bump into a rock-hard chest. "S-Sorry!" I say hurriedly, picking myself up and looking up at the guy. I flinch upon noticing it's Sakusa.

     Not wanting to argue, I push past him and run toward the parking lot where my car is.

S a k u s a

     What was that about? He looked like he was on the verge of tears. But he looked... wet. Like water was dumped on him or something.

     Ah, why do I care? He's an arrogant bitch.

     Walking inside and heading for my friends, I stop at the end of the table and look outside, immediately noticing a black Dodge Demon taking off.

     "What happened to Atsumu?" I ask, turning to look at my friends and his.

     "Why do you care?" Iwaizumi asks cautiously, raising a brow at me. I shrug, sitting down beside him and Oikawa as my eyes land on a frustrated-looking ravenette.

     "What happened?" I ask again.

     "I poured water on him and told him who he really is. I also told him how he'd progressively make the dying process harder to bear when killing me during practices. He's selfish, that's for damn sure..." Akaashi mumbles.

     I met him yesterday during one of my classes, he doesn't seem so bad. But I do remember him complaining about Atsumu.

     "I'm going to go look for Atsumu..." Osamu mumbles, staring outside nervously.

     "But classes are going to start soon," Mila responds in a concerned tone as Osamu turns around and looks at her.

     "Family comes first." He says before picking up his bag and jogging out of the building. I kinda understand what he means by that. I have a little sister and an older sister that are home-schooled.

     Our parents... well, our mom often abuses them, but not me because apparently, I'm going to be successful in life.

     I go home early a lot because my sisters usually need my help with dealing with our mother.

     Our dad is away on business trips often, but when he's home, he treats my sisters and me fairly. He's planning on divorcing our mom in a few months after he comes back home permanently.

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     Stepping into English class, I yawn and head for my seat. Upon sitting down, someone else walks into the classroom with tired eyes.

     Atsumu?

     He looks like he's been crying. His eyes are red and puffy, and his nose is red. The teacher speaks to him, pointing over at the seat in front of me. He walks over without looking at me and sits down beside Ren.

     Oh no, this can only end badly.

     "You okay, Kusa?" Iwaizumi asks from my left. I nod, pulling out my notebook and pencils before beginning to sketch a random picture.

     A few minutes into the lesson, I look up from my paper and look down between Ren and Atsumu. Ren has his hand on the faux blonde's thigh, and his body language screams uncomfortable.

     Atsumu runs his fingers through his hair and bounces his other leg up and down anxiously.

Why does the sight irk me so much?

     "Oi, Ren," I say, grabbing the guy's attention. He raises a brow at me, turning in his seat with his hand still on Atsumu's thigh. "Get your filthy hands off of him," I demand quietly so that the teacher can't hear.

     "What are you going to do about it?" Ren asks, smirking at me as his grip tightens on Atsumu's thigh. The faux blonde flinches, a whimper escaping him.

     Now that angers me.

     "You do not want to know," I say venomously. To provoke me, Ren slides his hand up until he reaches Atsumu's crotch. "You're making him uncomfortable, stop now before I make you."

     "Huh? You've never cared about anyone who wasn't your friend before. Why is this situation so different?" He asks, smirking while continuing to run his hand up and down Atsumu's thigh, occasionally squeezing.

     Anger builds up within me before I shoot up and extend my arm, balling my fist up and squeezing. Ren lets go to hold onto his throat while making choking sounds.

     "Sakusa! Stop this instant!" The teacher shouts, running over but stops when I look at her with white eyes and black blood running down my face from my eyes. Squeezing harder, Ren struggles to breathe before I make a snapping motion with my wrist, snapping his neck in the process.

     He then falls to the floor after I release my grip and let my arm slowly fall to my side.

     Atsumu turns and looks at me with a tired but thankful expression before passing out.