𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗙𝗨𝗟 𝗣𝗦𝗬𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗖 (𝗥𝗘𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚)

CHAPTER 1

It was the Monday after and now I was eating breakfast with my family. My mom and dad flirting like always and Kusuo giving me a nasty look for "leaving him with the nuisances."

After promising him coffee jelly as an apology, I walked to school with my bag hanging off one
shoulder. I spot a convenience store further down the street and pick up my pace to walk in. I immediately go for the refrigerated items and grabbed coffee jelly. I walked to the register and saw some pastries on display. I didn't need them, I already had breakfast.

And then my eyes unconsciously trailed to the display— oh. Strawberry buns. I need them.

I locked gazes with the older man. He had blond hair (clearly dyed) with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. His bored expression was clear as day as he lazily propped his head up on his palm.

I pointed to the strawberry bun, to which he blew a puff of smoke and said, "Use your words, kid."

I deadpanned, not ashamed if I seemed annoyed. "One strawberry bun."

The man's lips seemed to tug upwards at the sight of my annoyance. He didn't say anything as he reached back and put one of the strawberry buns in a bag. He charged me for the coffee jelly and bun, holding his hand out for the change. I give it to him and he cashed me out. "Have a nice day." He said and put the cigarette back in his mouth.

I walk out of the store and looked around before teleporting the coffee jelly to where my brother was. And that's when I looked up and saw the school a yard or two away from me. It wasn't that far from my house.

I walked in the school gates and felt the piercing gazes of judgmental students on me. I sighed inwardly, already cringing at the attention I'm bringing to myself. New students always caused a ruckus at schools, me and my brother know first hand.

'She's pretty cute.'

'She's look better if she'd smile.'

'Her earrings are cute!'

'Pretty.'

The thoughts of students flooded my head. My already blank face twisted even more to somewhat a mix of a frown and a scowl. How annoying.

I changed my shoes at the locker and looked at my schedule. I was in second year, and a below average class, which was exactly where I wanted to be. Standing out would be a pain and cause suspicion. I'm sure if I gave it my all, scientists would be studying my brain in some facility far away.

I walked down the hall, unfortunately attracting more attention as I grew closer to my destination. I opened the door and all eyes were on me. Again.

But I noticed a certain boy. He was tall, had a dad-body, a stubble on his chin, and his brown hair was in a man-bun. He definitely didn't seem like a second year. And it turned out I was right, because a very short boy with a blond streak jumped up.

"Asahi! Watcha doin' here?" The boy jumped again, his energetic presence lighting the room.

"Oh..." The said Asahi chuckled shyly, "Daichi told me to let you know practice is going to be longer than expected. Y'know... that training camp is coming up in a couple of months. He just wants us to be prepared." He said, his voice a bit soft and meek.

I, for the first time in a while, felt a little intrigued by his personality. I knew how to sense auras, and his definitely showed he was a nice guy with a gentle demeanor. But his appearance completely threw it off. It made sense why he was an athlete, he's built for it. But by the students faces, I can tell that this "Asahi" guy isn't perceived very well.

I hadn't noticed that was staring. That was until his brown eyes locked with mine. At an inhumane speed, I whipped my head back to the other direction.

'That girl. Is she new?' His thoughts echoed in his brain. 'Was she looking at me? Oh no, I'm overthinking again.' He frowned a little. 'She wasn't looking at me. Or maybe she was and she thought I was scary. It wouldn't be the first time.' He frowned more.

And for some odd reason, I turned around and nodded my head at him. What the hell. Why did I do that? As I was figuring out my own actions, the Asahi guy seemed to brighten a little. His brown eyes reminded me of brownies. I should really eat that strawberry bun.

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I thought lunch time would be my favorite. But it turns out that people from Karasuno are nosy too. What a pain.

The boy with the blond streak, who I learned was Nishinoya Yuu, started jumping around me enthusiastically.

"You're pretty!" He grinned. "Another goddess!" He chirped.

My eye twitched, though it was barely noticeable. I didn't say anything, I wasn't planning on doing so. The only good thing about my "interaction" with Nishinoya was that he scared the rest of the students off with his hyper personality.

He reached for my earlobe, "Your earrings are—"

I gripped his wrist and he went silent, his eyes widening. My grip was unconsciously very strong out of panic. "Don't touch those." I said, my magenta eyes narrowing.

Nishinoya's cheeks turned a light shade of pink, "Your voice..." He trailed off, "Is so sexy!" He exclaimed, his cheeks turning brighter. "Command me again! Do it! Do it!"

What the hell. I couldn't help it. My face naturally went into a disgusted look.

"Damn!" He gripped where his heart was, "That's so hot! Glare at me! Command me— huh, where'd you go?" He turned his head left and right.

Yeah, I teleported to the bathroom. I didn't really care if anyone saw me at that moment, though as far as I'm concerned, no one did. But that Nishinoya Yuu boy is someone I'd have to avoid if I don't want to draw attention to myself. He's loud and annoying, a perfect combination for disaster in my already pain of a life.

I regret moving to this school.