Shirabu glanced into the living room where his parents were sitting. He had tried this before and it had failed miserably but another try wont hurt right? With a deep breath that did nothing for his nerves, he walked in.
His mother glanced up at him. She gave him a soft smile, then went back to her phone. His father continued reading his book, taking a sip from whatever was in his cup.
Shirabu cleared his throat meaningfully, catching their attention. Here goes nothing.
"Mom, Dad," Shirabu began.
"Yes honey?" His mother asked.
"I want to tell you something," his heart beat picked up and his nerves refused to settle. Shirabu swallowed nervously.
"And whats that?" Asked his father.
"I-I think i have anxiety."
Silence.
His parents stared at him, as though they were wondering if this was a joke. Then his mother began to chuckle.
"Oh sweetie you dont have anxiety," she said.
Shirabu frowned, stung. How would she know?
"Why don't I?" Shirabu asked, a bite to his voice. He had came to his parents with this issue once a year or so earlier, and they had brushed it off as nothing. This time Shirabu wasn't letting it go. Not so soon.
"Watch your tone," his father scolded. "Now, you're our child and we know you don't have anxiety. You're not like that. So stop with the bullcrap."
His mother smiled in agreement. Shirabu stared at his father. Was he seriously implying that his dad knew him better than Shirabu did himself?
"It's not bullcrap!" Shirabu snapped back. "Why wont you just take me to get diagnosed?! Is it because me having mental health issues will ruin your reputation?!"
"Shirabu-" his mother started, but he wasn't having it. He dodged the hand she tried to place on his shoulder. She drew back, shocked.
"No," Shirabu was fuming now. "Ive tried to get you guys to listen to me. But apparently i don't know myself well enough to decide that me getting anxious so much isn't normal. If you know best, then tell me, do you know anything about my life other than my grades?"
His father scowled. "Do not talk to your parents like that!"
Shirabu glared at him right back. Then without another word, he turned and stormed out of the room. He walked to his bedroom, and once inside he locked the door.
Flopping on his bed, Shirabu opened his phone and scrolled through the group chat that had been blowing up his phone. Based off the messages, it was something stupid again.
He locked his phone, and tossed it on his nightstand with little regard for its safety. All he could care about was trying not to punch a wall.
Shirabu rolled over and stared at the ceiling, then decided that if he was gonna mope around, he might as well be productive. Grabbing his English homework, he began to finish it up.
Somehow, his thoughts shifted from English questions to a certain infuriating 3rd year. Shirabus pencil stopped mid write, his face beginning to redden.
Why was his brain thinking about him now? There were so many better things he could be thinking of. And yet he couldn't focus. Semi Eita was the only thing his mind let him focus on.
God Shirabu hated him. Semi was insufferable, always teasing Shirabu to no end. He never left him alone, even going out of his way to pester him about some sort of nonsense.
And yet...
Surely somebody who hates someone else wouldn't think about them so often.
Right?
Semi. Semi Eita. That was all that plagued his mind. And every time it did Shirabu could barely contain his blush.
There...there was no way he had a crush on him right?
Shirabu startled, his homework falling off his bed. His face was beet red, his heartbeat sped up, as more images of Semi flooded his mind. He didn't hate him, did he?
Infuriating? Insufferable? Yes, yes he was. But at the same time Shirabu also found that endearing. With a groan he buried his face in his pillow. This was not what he needed right now.
Giving up on his homework, Shirabu settled for yet another all nighter, this time of thinking about his crush instead. Maybe he had insomnia as well...
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FanfictionJust a group of pretty setters living their lives and trying to help each other get boyfriends Pretty setters include: Kenma Shirabu Semi Oikawa Kageyama Sugawara Atsumu Akaashi And ships ofc! This is gay, if you are uncomfortable with this dont re...