Drop your Mask (Atsumu X reader)

3- Bad Eyes

Atsumu exits his classroom with his head in the clouds. Truthfully speaking, he heard nothing of his teacher's lesson, and he doesn’t care enough to actually listen anyway. His lips curl into an annoyed pout as he wanders the halls, looking for his twin brother and Suna so they can have lunch together.

It's a routine of theirs to have lunch together considering they're all second years, with also Ginjima, but he's embarrassed by them so he never really sits with them unless dragged by his scruffs through Atsumu. Usually, it's Osamu and Suna who drag him out of his class because he ends up sleeping in most of his classes so he needs a harsh slap to wake him up, but this day he’s oddly erratic, with his brain full of useless thoughts that rendered him insomniac.

Quickly, he finds his brother and Suna coming out of their classes, so he heads to them with a grimace. His eyes are obscured, however, by the feminine body exiting the third class behind them, and his body goes into a dramatic  halt. His eyes widen and his body starts to sweat, his heartbeats growing wild in his chest, like an angry lion trying to escape his cage.

His brother notices his brother standing like an idiot, and he waves. However, his brother does not wave back. In fact, he does not even blink at him. Scowling and quickly getting angry, Osamu stomps towards him. However, he soon realizes that his eyes are locked with someone behind him. He looks  behind him but he doesn’t find someone he, or his brother, knows.

“Why are you standing like an idiot?” he inquires, his tone rather harsh. Surprisingly, Atsumu doesn’t seem to care.

“Hm, what?” He hums distractedly. Atsumu then blinks, once and twice, before looking sideways at Osamu with a dumb expression on his face. “What did you say?”

Osamu gives him a disgusted look, “What are you so distracted for?”

“I was just wondering who that girl is.” Atsumu points at the girl, [your name], behind him with an awkward clear of his throat. Osamu follows his brother's eyes suspiciously, but his expression soon clears out in recognition.

“Oh.”

Atsumu whips his head towards his brother, “Oh? What is Oh? Do you know her?”

Osamu narrows his eyes at his brother, “do you know her? You sound suspiciously interested.”

“That's because I am,” Atsumu almost grabs his brother’s tie and shake him like a rattle snake, “I am interested, Osamu. I'm very interested!”

“Woah, I never saw Atsumu act this way.” Suna comments as he comes closer. His eyes are in their usual lazy frequency and his poster is slouched, deducing his height by five milometers. His hands are shoved inside his school trousers and Atsumu has a second thought of strangling him because of his dumb, amused tone.

Osamu narrows his eyes into tiny slits, totally ignoring his friend. “Are you planning on ruining her life like you do the rest of us?”

"My life is definitely ruined,” Suna comments with woes of a man in a commentary show about animals, “If I can charge a case against you, I would have, but my tears instead remain endless against my pillow every night.”

Atsumu ignores him, too, “why in the fuck will I do that? Is that normal or something? Do guys ruin the lives of girls they’re interested in?”

“Not normal boys, honey, just you,” Osamu sighs dramatically, “I phrased that question specially for you, Tsumu.”

Atsumu frowns at his brother, “seriously, Samu? Some would think I’m your arch nemesis or something.”

“i’m surprised you even know the word Arch.” Suna once again comments, unperturbed by their ignorance.

“I can be educated when I want to.” Atsumu screws his lips in indignation.

“Do you want to?”

“If I have a pie in my hand for every time you make fun of me, it’d have went to your face every single time, Suna. Every. Single. Time.”

"Why would you have a pie in your hand?” Suna asks confusedly, “where would it come from? You’re not a good cook, Atsumu, and Osamu hates you enough not to cook for you.”

"I don’t think he means it in a literal way, Suna.” Osamu sighs morosely at his friend’s deliberate notions.

"That rage felt literal, Samu. My lungs are filled with smoke from the fire of his glares.”

Atsumu’s eyes are taken by the girl once again so he doesn’t listen to their stupid arguments. She’s so fair-looking that he can see flowers glint around her, or maybe it’s just his imagination. He’s taken by her and her beauty that he’s starting to see things. Actually, she’s not that beautiful either, and Atsumu is a very superficial guy. He only notices beautiful girls, other than that, he only passes them by like they don’t exist, even if they tried catching his attention, but for some reason, [your name] makes him halt.

"Look, Suna, he’s drooling. I can see drool on his chin.” Osamu looks at his brother in awe.

"Eww, get him away from me.” Suna mocks then follows Atsumu’s stare, “does she have a pound cake or something? I only see this expression of yours whenever you look at cakes.”

Atsumu rolls his eyes so hard, they’re stuck at the back of his head, “you’re not as funny as you think you are.”

"What are you talking about? I’m hilarious.”

"C’mon, man,” Osamu wraps an arm around his twin’s shoulders, “she’s not worth all of that. As amusing as it is to see you so knocked out of your element. She’s really not worth it. Let it go.”

"What are you talking about?”

Osamu gives him a look as if he’s an idiot, “can’t you see how everyone are looking at her?”

Atsumu looks back at where she’s leaning against the wall and narrows his eyes. She’s not doing anything in particular beside, well, standing, but every single person that passes her by shoots her either a glare or a nervous glance, almost like they’re scared she’d explode at them for absolutely no reason. A black-haired guy even smirks mockingly at her with his friends, and Atsumu sees her glaring  harshly, the cool girl facade that he sees usually breaking into fragmented shards. The boy flinches and scatters away. He flinches, and he doesn’t look away until Osamu’s hand goes to his ear to yank it.

"Ow, ow, ow!”

"I said, let go. She’s bad news. Your stupid reputation will plummet into the ground if you’re seen with her.”

Osamu drags him away and Suna follows while whistling. He only then notices them holding their lunch boxes, and his stomach growls. His heart is beating anxiously for a weird reason, and he can’t help himself from turning around and looking back at her, his head in a disarray. His eyes meet her glinting, grey ones, catching him in his stare, and they’re cold and filled with nothing. He flinches, scrambling to look away. He wonders why he had done that: was he really scared of the girl he apparently knows nothing about, or had the emotion of distraught in her eyes made him nervous?
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You have a bad reputation, naughty naughty ~