𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ┆iwaizumi hajime

01. the beginning of it all

01. the beginning of it all ———⚘️🎐°. *

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NOTHING IN THIS WORLD was greater than Misora's distaste for her classmate. Not even his ego. And not his bicep either. He was exceptionally great at everything, and Misora hated it. It wasn't just the fact that he was constantly one point better than her in every exam but his attitude about it. She was pretty sure his favourite hobby was to get on her nerves. 

Iwaizumi Hajime. The perfect volleyball player, top student, beloved by all. Unbelievably hot and annoying. Misora tried her best to stay as far away from him as she could, so it was terrible news to hear that the golden boy of Tokyo International University was invited to her best friend's 20th birthday party. 

"You did what?!" Misora slammed the cup she was drying onto the counter. Her brows met in a straight line, mouth slightly agape.

"I'm sorry?" Atlas offered, brushing through her black hair. "But I invited a lot of people from different friend-groups and majority of the volleyball team, so I couldn't just... not invite him." She gave a sheepish smile and gently pried Misoras fingers from the cup. 

"You're going to destroy it with your gorilla grip," she joked. She placed the cup on a shelf.

"But I hate him!" Misora groaned, throwing her head back. 

"I know but get along with him for one evening, please?" Atlas clasped her hands together. "Pretty please? For your best friend? You can hate him as much as you want after that." 

Misora shook her head in defeat, a heavy sigh escaping her. "You're right. It's your birthday after all." She closed the kitchen cabinet and put on her shoes.

"I knew you'd come around," Atlas smiled, dimples showing. She walked towards the door of their shared apartment. They had moved into it a few weeks ago, and there were still a few boxes standing around in the hallway. The girl moved swiftly around them and unlocked the door. 

"Are you going to have that sour look on your face the entire way to class?" Atlas asked, gesturing towards Misora's face. 

"Yes." 

"What a bummer," Atlas mumbled. "It wouldn't be the first party where you're both present, I honestly don't get the problem." She snuggled her hands deeper into the pockets of her hoodie. Her glasses started fogging up from the cold February air.

"I just don't want us to fight on your birthday, that would ruin it," Misora muttered. While Iwaizumi and her acted civil during class, whenever they met during their free time it was like a warzone.

"It doesn't help that he's friends with Kuroo either," Misora complained, referring to Atlas' childhood friend. Over the past years, Misora and Kuroo had become close friends as well, so it got difficult to avoid Iwaizumi when he continued to infiltrate her friend group. 

Okay, maybe Misora was overreacting a little. It was just a party. And he was just some guy. No reason to get all hot and bothered.

Little did she know, Iwaizumi being there would turn out to be her smallest problem. 

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The time went by excruciatingly slow, as Iwaizumi presented his analysis of the short story they had read last week. Misora rolled her eyes while his voice filled the room. She preferred to focus on the incredible marbling pattern of the ceiling or the dust collecting in the small ridges where the student's benches met the wall. An occasional sneeze or hum rang through the auditorium. Once Iwaizumi was done, the professor nodded, a bright smile on his face.