Bully

16

"Atsumu-san! What happened to you?!"

You look over, pausing your conversation with Shiro. "Looks like he actually came to school today."

Shiro glances at the boy that just walked into the room. "He's using crutches. Looks like something was wrong."

"Probably a sprain." You turn your back to the injured boy, looking at your friend.

Atsumu frowns as he sees you're not looking at him. "That fuckin' - "

"Atsumu-san, are you ok?" A girl with brown hair walks up to him.

The boy shrugs, trying to figure out how he's gonna move through the classroom to get to his seat. "Just sprained it while practicin'. Nothin' too bad."

She glances at where he's looking, spotting you with your back turned to them. "L/n is just awful, isn't she? She doesn't even seem to care that you're hurt."

An idea pops into his head. "Ya know, she was there when I got hurt. She just made it hurt worse and left me there to fend for myself. She's a cold hearted bitch."

The girl glares at you. "I can do something to get back at her. I can make her regret making you suffer alone."

Atsumu hums, thinking about this offer. "Ya know what, sure. Do whatever ya want. Make sure she feels bad bout what she did. I needa get to my seat now. We can talk some other time." He hobbles over to his seat, crutches moving awkwardly between desks.

You continue to ignore him. "So, Shiro, we're goin' to yer house from 'ere on our, right?"

Shiro nods. "Of course. After last night, I think it would be best to have a good place to focus. Too much goes on at your place."

"Alright. I'll let my parents know that I won't be home after practice. Oh, is yer ma gonna be there tonight? I wanna talk with 'er more bout 'er work."

The white haired boy thinks for a moment. "She should be. She shouldn't have anything to work on, so we might be able to spend some time with her tonight. She also wants to hear you talk more. She has a fascination with your accent."

"I thought Rima-san liked the Kansai dialect a lot. Maybe she should meet my family."

"Oh, she would love to hear you all speak."

"I bet." You chuckle.

Atsumu roughly taps your shoulder. "Ya really ain't gonna say anythin' to me? I sprained my ankle at yer house last night."

You don't turn to face him. "I wasn't a part of that. Are ya tryna say it's my fault?"

"I didn't say that. But it would be nice if ya showed ya care. Yer always sayin' we're friends and all." He narrowed his eyes, making you the center of his attention.

You roll your eyes. "Ya never treated me like yer friend." You focus on Shiro again. "So, ya wanna eat lunch together? Maybe we can get a head start on homework, so we can spend more time with yer ma."

Shiro nods. "Sounds good to me."

Atsumu frowned, a glare forming on his face as he looks at you talking with the other boy. Inside, he was fuming. Nothing made him angrier than when you paid more attention to anyone else. He was supposed to be the center of your attention, and he felt jealous whenever he wasn't. "How dare she not act as if I'm the most important thing in the world. I'll make 'er regret this. Whatever that squealin' pig does, I'll go along with it. I'll make Y/n gimme all her attention.' With a huff, he turns to the front of the classroom, glaring at the board on the wall.

You smile at the boy next to you. "Hey, whenever my team has a practice match, do ya want to come watch?"

Shiro smiles. "I'd love to see you play volleyball one day. Maybe you can come to one of my soccer games in the fall. Would you be interested in that?"