"[...] i'm made for a soul-crushing romance, i need someone who won't be ashamed to worship the ground i walk on, because that's how i love, i give myself completely, i love every day as if there could be no tomorrow, i- god, do you know even one gu...
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"i saw you talking with akaashi," the same girl who had previously nudged her about the poems told her as their next class began. this time, yn gave her some thought. nakashima? yeah, that was her name. they never talked much, except for during lectures. she was always sitting in the back, whereas yn preferred the middle row because she could hear and see more of the board.
she had no idea what had caused the change or why she had suddenly decided to sit with her during the lectures until she heard akaashi's name. 'so that's what you want,' she speculated.
"we're friends," yn said, shrugging her shoulders.
"he's so pretty, right?"
yn forced slight smile, because, yeah, akaashi was pretty, but she wasn't a fan of beating around the bush. if it was someone close to her, she would be fine with them taking their time getting to the point, but she barely knew nakashima, and the buildup wouldn't change anything.
"yeah," she agrees. "you want to ask him out or something?" she asked to cut that conversation short.
"ask him out? no, he's too weird," nakashima chuckled, leaving yn almost gasping for air. "but bokuto on the other hand, i know that you two are friends, but akaashi and him are way closer-"
"what do you mean 'he's too weird'?" yn cut into her words when she recovered her ability to speak.
"you never noticed? he's just odd," she said, but yn only knitted her brow, expecting more explanations. since nakashima was so confident in her statement, she should explain why. "he's always fidgety, stares a lot, speaks with one word, so you can't even understand what's going on in his head, that's creepy to be honest," she explained to yn, as if she was stupid for not noticing it before.
and yn wasn't the stupid one here, because that was bullshit. sure, akaashi was fidgety, but what's wrong with him taking relief in playing with his fingers or rubbing the palm of his other hand? that's fine if he needs that kind of stimming, and yn thought it was really cute because he was always wearing that one specific expression on his face when he was doing that.
she never noticed him to stare, he was attentive, he was looking at anything that he found interesting for as long as he needed to understand it, and she really loved when he was looking at her like that, because noone ever made her feel like they really wanted to listen to her as much as he did.
he speaks with one word and that makes him creepy? well then congratulations on never holding up a conversation with him and-
'i'm gonna give you piece of my mind,' yn thought, instead of going on a rampage that only she was hearing.
"that was such a mean thing to say, why would you even say that?" she asked, making a disgusted expression. nakashima looked like whole colour was disapprearing from her face. she didn't expect yn to respond because she knew she was a sweet person. "akaashi is a really sweet guy, he's passionate, understanding, and mature, and if you actually cared to listen to him for once, you wouldn't believe he's only speaking with one word. and saying that you don't know what's in his head and it creeps you out only shows how inconsiderate you are and how bad you are at reading people." she huffed, gathering her belongings to switch seats, no matter what the professors say in the middle of the lecture, she'll just say that the board was too far for her, because she won't be able to concentrate if she hears nakashima's breath close to her. "and reading the room! why would you say something like that? he's my friend!" she added, before switching seats to the two rows closer to the board.
the professor had nothing against it, which was surprising given that he had something against everything. maybe it was yn's expression that caused him to stay silent, as she seemed to be about to burst if she heard a word she didn't like.
'bitch,' she thought, huffing again. 'as if you'd have a chance with bokuto with that personality, even if he were single and the most desperate guy on the planet.'
'that's mean, sorry.'
yn felt as if she was deflating with every second. she didn't feel as sad since the last time she was stood up on a date. how could anyone say that about akaashi? did he hear anything like that from others? it was as if her heart was breaking at the thought of someone causing akaashi to think about himself in that way. the more she thought about it, the worse it felt. how was she supposed to go to akaashi after classes ended and pretend she hadn't heard it?
