𝑯𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 • ᴍɪʏᴀ ᴀᴛꜱᴜᴍᴜ x ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ: ongoing

V: 𝑮𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑪𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒚

HOOKED (CHAPTER 5):
GOING GRAZY

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The vibration of your phone sitting on your bedside table wakes you from your sleep. You groan upon meeting an intense throb inside your skull, making you wince in pain. You rub your eyes, the sun glowing through the spaces between your blinds.

You blink a few times, letting your eyes adjust to the dim surroundings of your room. Without looking, you extend your arm and take your phone from the nightstand before turning off the alarm.

Since you can't properly see the wall clock across your room, you open your phone.

"Ugh." You groan, getting frustrated on how bright your phonescreen is.

You quickly set the brightness lower before seeing the time, It's already 7:30 in the morning. You open your gallery to look at the screenshot of your schedule for today and see that the first class starts at 9:30.

Feeling annoyed, you turn off your phone and plop it down the mattress. You close your eyes before bringing your fingers to massage your temples.

The stimulation of your fingers makes you able to think straight — that it's just now that the memories from last night floods back into you. Your eyes shoot open upon remembering what happened between you and Atsumu.

Like a snap of a finger, you feel your cheeks heat up — it was as if your body was reliving what happened last night. You palm your forehead, checking if you have a fever because you suddenly feel unwell.

It all happened so fast, you say to yourself inside your head. You jolt upwards, shuffling under the blanket as you sit up straight.

"Aw," You catch yourself after feeling a sting in between your legs. Am I fucking sore? "Oh my god," You mutter under your breath before squeezing your thighs and bringing your knees close to your chest. You cover your face with your hands — pretty sure that when you look in front of the mirror, you'd be shades darker than the red lipstick you own.

"I just slept with Atsumu," You breathe out, the words slipping out of your mouth were laced with pure disbelief as you palm-grip the top of your head. "I fucking slept with him—again?" It was almost you cannot believe what happened until this morning. "I'm gonna fucking die—" You push yourself back to bed, your body lightly bouncing on top of the mattress. The sudden impact of your push made your head ache, making you scrunch your face in pain.

That's when everything starts to take process — Right after having sex with him in your car, he asked you if you wanted to go grab something to eat with him, but you declined. You said you wanted to go home because there'd be school tomorrow, which was true. But your last conversation with him was what made you forget to tell Tiffany that you were heading home.

"Right, we're classmates." Atsumu says after zipping his pants up.

You stop dead on what you're doing as his words reverberate in your ears. Like in slow motion, you turn your head towards him. Atsumu raises his brow when he sees your confused look, "What did I do?" He asks, completely clueless as to why you're looking at him as if he killed someone.

"What did you say?" You blink a few times, getting a hold of the information.

"Uh," Atsumu arches his brows, his facial expression dripping with sass — giving him a smug edge. "I said we're classmates."

"What!?" The sudden high-pitched yelp made Atsumu almost jump off his seat. As for you, your heartbeat's already racing, hands cold and shaky, while your brain is still processing what he said.