𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀
(ɴ.) ᴅᴇʟᴜꜱɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴀᴘᴘɪɴᴇꜱꜱ
bzz..
bzz..
books fell one by one, toppling on each other, which is sure to dent the wooden floor. the teenagers stare intensely, waiting for a certain vibrating device to finally reveal itself. but only crumpled up papers and poorly conditioned stationeries did, much to their disappointment. the buzzing is still near them, though it could no longer be felt within the bag. anxiety was brewing, what now?
"think a rat stole it.. wait that'd be yourself, huh?" the words that would be his last escaped the barriers of his chipped teeth, which the boy immediately regretted, slapping his hands across. still he laughed, so much so that he was struggling to breathe and was doubled over, barely standing up. he really had no sense of danger.. bravery wasn't a word that would fit him, it was idiocy.
taking offence to the joking statement, they retorted back, "well, wouldn't it be you, since you're the size of one?" instantly he straightened his posture, joking about his height is... ugh! it should really be a crime! is that not shaming? poor boy, getting laughed at, even though he was the one who started it. two wrongs don't make a right..
"gee n/n! that's harsh!" pouting at the taller one, with the best puppy eyes he could muster. it never works, but it's always worth the shot. or not, because he just got gently pushed on the shoulder. "ack—!" he whined, falling onto the ground dramatically, wiping away an invisible tear. oh, his acting is as good as ever. 'is there a drama course at karasuno?' he wonders.
the only reaction he got back was his friend rolling their eyes before leaving to find that stupid phone!
"hmph.. so rude." he turned his head away, looking at the countless trash on the floor. half the things in that bag wasn't even school related! with boredom, he picked up the crocheted star pencil case, it felt heavy. way heavier than it should be, really. he takes a peak, 'how many pencils can this guy have stolen?' and although that answered his question, he found something else too.. their phone!
quickly, he jumped onto his two feet, and sneakily pounced onto the other, shoving the phone into their face. "ohh y/nnn, look what i found!" the phone left his hand just as quickly as he was pushed. he does get a hug back though, a really tight one..
"oh my god, thank you, sho!" relief washing over them, they can still keep in touch with friends from junior high now (it was only shoyo). before he could reply, his ears breaks again. "agh! what am i ever gonna do without you?"
"crushing me.. you're crushing me! ah— stop! if i die, you're gonna die from being helpless and dumb!" and he was dropped. he sacrificed his life, for his life. physically, he's alright, except for the height which doesn't seem to be growing anymore! but mentally and emotionally, he will forever be scarred. they're crazy! who knows what's going to happen to him. most likely a bunch of teasing, or a study material.. maybe even death. 'i'm making them sound like a villain!' his brain mentally froze, his monologue dispersed, his mind now completely blank. y/n wasn't a bully! they were just a little silly and never wanted to actually hurt him, like any other normal person.
the taller one doesn't seem to be mad, that makes it a little scary though. "you're lucky you saved my ass today. but out of the two of us, i think it's you who will end up hopeless." they say, then taking a selfie of them two. "let's have matching wallpaper. i'll have the bit with you, and you with me. you know, like those stupid photos with a stupid quote on them." they snorted, laughing at the idea. it's not like they're in junior high or anything anymore.
without hesitation, much to y/n's delight, the boy yelled "yeah, okay! let's do it!" hinata doesn't know how happy this made them.
the cute moment falls apart when hinata realises the time. "ah shit! i have to get back home— sorry n/n." he genuinely looked guilty as he shoved his things into his bag. his hand scraped across a certain box though, that makes his face light up a bit. "...but, because i'm such a nice childhood best friend, i got you a little something. as a farewell and good luck gift." he held his arms out, with a box plastered in stickers. then without a word, he left.
on the box, was a note:
TO DEAREST N/N,
roses are red,
violets are blue
when you leave,
i'm gonna fucking bawl
HAHAHAHA YEAH OUT OF JOY
OKOK HERE ARE THINGS I STOLE FROM YOU SINCE KINDERGARTEN SORRY
DONT BEAT ME UP PLEASE
THERE'S ALSO STICKERS AND A BUNCH OF THINGS I GOT THAT I THINK
YOU'LL LIKE AND THAT REMINDED ME OF YOU SO
AND A COUPLE PHOTOS THAT MY MOM TOOK OF US TOGETHER AND A FEW
THAT MY DAD TOOK SO THERE'S ONE WHERE I'M LITERALLY BEATING
YOU UP WITH A STICK AND YOU'RE JUST SITTING THERE CRYING IT'S MY
FAVOURITE
BUT IM ACTUALLY GONNA MISS YOU A LOT I HATE YOU KYS
k bye loser
FROM YOUR BELOVED,
SHOYO
that's cute.
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(6/4/23)
