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It was 1 in the afternoon, and it seemed like this day would never end. At this point, you were just staring at the clock which seemed to be tantalizing you.
You were in 4th period and all you could hear was the consistent fake moans and "Yes, daddy" from the boys in the back of the class.
The boys consisted of Aran, Omimi, Suna, Osamu, and unfortunately, Atsumu, which were all members of the Inarizaki Volleyball Team.
You were used to them though, they had all been in your class since your first year of high school, but today was not the day. Your head was already pounding and you had already gotten in trouble during 3rd period. If you were being honest, you were a troublemaker.
Their voices seem to echo around you as they were acting like cringe middle school boys. If anything, they started the trend of cringe. They'd been acting like this since primary school.
You couldn't take it, if no one says anything they wouldn't stop. You turn yourself around, facing them, and with an agitated look you whisper yell: "Can you guys shut the fuck up, for once?"
They all looked at each other and then looked back at you. You made eye contact with the low-lidded eye boy that looked high 24/7, Suna. "cAn YoU gUyS sHuT tHe FuCk uP," he cooed at you. The boys all chuckled lowly as if he told the funniest joke of all time.
"Y'all are so fucking immature, oh my god" you spat at them, rolling your eyes. Immature was truly an understatement. Atsumu looked at you and started smiling a mischievous smile. "Your mom" he joked. The whole crew started cracking up, Atsumu slapped his knee and all you could hear was everyone's laughs.
You sigh and turn yourself back around facing your history textbook. Your teacher looked up from her desk and you guess she had saw the whole stunt the group just pulled. "Y/n, do you have anything to do with this?" she asked you from her desk. "No ma'am" you answered, respectfully.
"Yes you did," Atsumu, yelled out. He smacked his teeth and added: "Stop lyin,"
You stutter on your words and look back at them with wide eyes. This teacher didn't take shit. If she suspected anything, you were out. "Y/n, see me," she told you. You sigh, as you see her grab a pen and a slip of paper. Ah fuck. You couldn't get written up, again.
