Hate You (rewrite)

Repeat

After morning practice, you were on your own. You had a few things to do for the coaches, and the boys were still cleaning up the gym. This was completely to your disadvantage. Only disaster could come from you being on your own in a school filled with Oikawa fan girls.

Just as you finished the job the coaches gave you, someone took hold of your shirt and dragged you to the roof. It wasn't until you were thrown into the ground that you were able to see who attacked you.

None other than Miyamura Yumi stood in front of you, almost on top of you.

"Miyamura-san, why did you-"

She kicked you, causing you to groan in pain. "Shut the fuck up, bitch! Stop! Just stop! Why are you seducing Oikawa?!"

"What?! I'm not-"

She kicked you again, shutting you up. "He's running around and following you like a puppy! What the fuck did you do to him?! He doesn't make time for me anymore! Stay the fuck away from him, whore!"

"I'm not-"

The group of girls started kicking me. It hurt more than it did last time. Miyamura grabbed your hair roughly.

"Leave him alone." Then she punched your face, giving you a black eye. She let you go, making you fall to the ground. She and her friends left.

Your whole body ached, you were immobilized. You just laid on the ground, allowing tears to spill from your eyes. You didn't move from that spot as you started slipping out of consciousness.

Once the boys finished everything for morning practice, Oikawa was waiting a bit for you. You hadn't shown back up, like you were supposed to.

"Something's not right." He had a bad feeling.

Hanamaki overheard him muttering to himself. "What's not right, Oikawa?"

Oikawa turned to the boy. "Oh, Makki. Y/n-chan hasn't returned yet."

Hanamaki shrugged, no thinking much of it. "She probably went to class already." And he left.

Oikawa didn't believe you would've gone to class. Your stuff was still here in the gym. Oikawa grabbed your things and walked to your class, hoping you were already there and had just forgotten you stuff. But you weren't. None of the other first years had even seen you.

Oikawa started panicking. You wouldn't skip, so where could you be? He thought that maybe you weren't finished with what the coaches asked you to do. Maybe he could help you if you were struggling.

So, he went to look for you, but couldn't find you. Instead, a familiar group of his fan girls walked up to him.

"Oikawa!" Miyamura Yumi. The setter remembers her from the time she beat you up.

After all, that was how you two were formally reunited, but it led to even more problems. He tried avoiding Miyamura because of that. It made him feel sick to see someone that physically hurt his crush walk up to him with a fake smile, while feigning innocence.

"Miyamura." He spoke coldly.

She pouted slightly, trying to look cute for him. "Why don't you just call me Yumi, Toru?"

He tensed. "Don't call me Toru." 'That's only for Y/n-chan to call me, when she's ready.'

Miyamura huffed. "Whatever." She wrapped her arms around one of his. "You don't spend much time around me anymore."

'This bitch.' Oikawa kept a fake smile on his face. "Well, I've been busy with volleyball."

"But aren't you injured?"