Drop your Mask (Atsumu X reader)

6- Friendship

In your strides towards the vending machine to acquire some soda and to avoid social gatherings such as the immense crowds happening at recess, you pause when you notice something.

You fix your glasses and squint at the low window of class 2-2, catching a very familiar blonde hunched over his desk, with dramatic, crocodile tears cascading down his cheeks. Amused, you twist in your way and head towards the entrance of his class instead.

In the midst of wiping his fake tears, Atsumu notices you standing inside his classroom, smirking at him. His eyes brighten a little. You ignore that, not wanting to believe that anyone could ever feel like this in your presence. "What are you doing here?"

You cross your arms over your chest, heavily aware of the other eyes watching you as you, well, exist. "I was walking around to find a vending machine when I saw you like this." You look down at his book absentmindedly. "What are you doing?"

"Where were you heading that way when the canteen is down the other side? They have plenty of vending machines there. Even one for gummy worms." He narrows his eyes, wholeheartedly ignoring your question, "you were secretly heading to the tree, weren't you?"

"Wasn't a secret," you shrug, your lips slowly curling into a devious smirk, "what are you doing? Having a trouble with something?" You ask again.

You come closer, and he notices that besides you not answering his question purposefully, whoever remained in the class with him have gone absolutely silent, and were staring at you as if you're a ghost from a horror movie, their faces pale but curious, almost malicious to a degree.

He raises a questioning eyebrow at you then at them, asking you silently what the fuck was that all about. You give him a small smile, getting closer to him, taking the chair of the desk in front of him, and sitting down on it while you positioned it against his desk.

You peer down at his open chemistry book. You raise your eyes, and your brows, at him, smirking, "having trouble balancing some equations?"

He groans, rolling a pencil around his ffingrs. "The only thing I'm good at is volleyball, [your name], how am I supposed to answer all of these questions?"

"Using your head? Reading the chapter all over again, check for what the equations need to supplement them in the questions, and check the given examples and try to mimic the steps in other questions?" You answer innocently.

He stares blankly, "how in the fuck am I supposed to do that?"

You twist your body so you can take a hold of his book, leaning it against you. Your eyes take over all of the equations, words and letters the questions are offering with startling clarity, and Atsumu gulps at the intelligent gleam he can see surrounding you. You're not exactly a figure that induces serenity or happiness around people, seeing as how your mere presence had beought the class to a standstill, but for some reason, Atsumu is always ready to ignore all of that just to see you for who you really are.

"This chapter is pretty late for your class to take. We're already on chapter eighteen." You look up at him, and suddenly, you look surprisingly hesitant, your eyes going here and there nervously. "I can... help?"

His face brightens, "really? You'll help me even though you gain nothing at all?"

You blink. "Aren't friends supposed to help each other when needed?"

He shrugs, "dunno. Never had friends before. People are intimidated by my amazingness, of course."

"What about your teammates?"

"You said it already. They're only my teammates. I don't have genuine friends. Samu always told me that I'm insufferable and hard to befriend, but I think people are just scared of all of my potential." He gives off a smug face.

You laugh out loud, shaking your head at his stupid yet adorable declaration. He shudders at the nice, carefree sound, and quickly lowers his head so you don't take notice of his blushing, warm cheeks.

"Okay. I agree. With all of your awesome facade and your gorgeous hair, people would definitely be too jealous to approach you." You tease.

He wants to ask what facade means, but he ignores that for the notion of happily beaming at you, "you think my hair is gorgeous?"

You smirk at him, "there's only few people who can look good in blonde, and you're definitely one of them."

"Aw, you're so precious." He reaches out a hand to squeeze you cheeks, but you dodge expertly and easily, focusing on the book in your hands. Atsumu doesn't surrender and raises his other hand to squeeze your other cheek, but you lift yourself up up, and chop his hand karate style.

He yelps, wincing, and cradles his hand to his chest with an angry, exaggerated pout. You ignore all of this, of course, take his disregarded pen and begin to scribble down the answers to all of his questions. He watches you in awe.

"You know," you start, "it's funny that you asked me whether I have friends or not the first time we met, and yet, here you are just as friendless."

He huffs, "I asked because you looked a little sad. I personally don't care all that much about friends, but I thought a beautiful girl shouldn't be alone."

"So you judged what I needed based on my appearance? If I were a slightly less average looking girl, would you have not asked?" The question is easygoing and not sharp at all. You even continue to write down on his book without sparing him a chilling look, which he expected at first. Yet, he still flinched.

"Oh God, was what I said, rude? I'm sorry. I did not do anything based on your appearance. I don't even think you're that beautiful, and I -" he flushes again, realizing what he says, and you look up at him, raising your brows. He begins to shake his hands at you, "no, no, no, that's not what I meant at all! You're not of average appearance at all! I didn't ask you for your friendship status because of that, too! I was just trying to understand why you were alone." He closes his hands together in a begging sign and whispers, "please don't hit me!"

You burst into laughter. "Oh my God, Tsumu, you don't have to be so overhwelmed! I was just trying to see if you'll squirm a little." You put the pen down and reached out for his hands, cradling them between yours and rubbing them gently. His cheeks burned even more. "calm down, you baby. Let's forget about all of that and focus on your work, okay?"

He nods sheepishly, and you let go of his hands to pick up the pen again. He looks over at you, his cheeks still relatively red, and his eyes glassy, and you begin to explain to him the process of doing chemistry equations little by little.

Atsumu registers your soft pitch and your patient nature in explaining things to him, which he never, never thought a girl like you could ever have, and in the midst of his head getting filled by information, he registers another thing: everyone in his class has fled. The class is empty beside the two of them, and he glances at your soft mouth as it spoke to him in chemistry, wondering if it has anything to do with you.

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