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Well, It Started as a Bet-Miya Atsumu x OC (1) (Requested)

A/n: firstly I want to thank @oikawabestwife again for the request! I hope that I've managed to do justice to your character and that you enjoy reading the oneshots that I make! Again, there will probably be multiple parts, as I am simply incapable of making just one lmao. This is also very long, both as an apology for not posting for so long and because I just kind of kept going until it got this long.

I promise more will happen in the next part, I just knew if I kept going it would be far too many words, considering it already is the longest oneshot in this book.

While none of the triggering topic are ever really mentioned, are are some depictions of some, namely emotional abuse/neglect, as well as a very controlling parent throughout all the parts to this oneshot. Please read with caution if this is a trigger.

Hope y'all enjoy!

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Atsumu hadn't much cared about the mean third year until he had been challenged. Sure, it was empty and it wasn't meant to ever actually happen, but he decided to go through with it when she was pointed out to him.

She was simply to pretty to leave alone.

He had heard her name was something foreign—one he had never in his wildest dreams able to pronounce, for whatever reason—but Gin told him she simply went by Yana. Yana certainly seemed to live up to her reputation. Her gaze was hard and her jaw was perpetually set tight, but she never seemed to frown. Her hair was long and a light shade of blonde Atsumu had never seen naturally around this part of town. From what Atsumu could tell, she wasn't Japanese—maybe Chinese? He couldn't tell for sure, from this angle.

   "Come on, come on!" Gin said, nudging Atsumu out of his daze. "Or are you going to pussy out?"

   "What are you morons doin'?" Osamu asked. "Suna told me you guys were up here and were probably goin' to get slapped."

   Atsumu's expression flattened. "I ain't getting slapped."

   Osamu peaked into the classroom at Yana, raising a brow as he looked back at his brother. "Are you going to bother Yana?"

   "You know her?" Gin asked. "I mean, I didn't think a second year like you would know the hot third year."

   Osamu glared at him. Gin backed away quickly, hiding behind Atsumu as if that was going to actually stop Osamu from getting to him if he wanted to. He sighed, a sound that reeked of exhaustion. "I don't know her. I've met her once. Had to stay late for class duties, and I happened to run into her. Got no clue why she needed to go to the faculty office, but she greeted me for some reason."

"Then why'd you ask like that?" Atsumu asked.

"Because she'll hand your ass to you if you give her enough of a reason to. So I've heard, anyway."

"Well, I'll be the first person she talks to then!" Atsumu declared a little too fast and too loud. Several students sent glares his way, but he payed them no mind. With his popularity, surely Yana would talk to him! He would prove to Gin, Suna, and his brother that he could pull anyone if he tried!

Before anyone can manage to say anything or attempt to talk him out of it, he marched into the classroom with his chest puffed ever so slightly and his chin held high. He approaches Yana, slowly regaining his normal posture. Yana doesn't look up from what she's doing—which appears to be work of some kind, though Atsumu isn't sure what exactly. She continues to write on his paper, handwriting neater than anything Atsumu had seen before. He stood there for a long moment, sending a glance to his friends at the door. Neither seem to know what to do, because all he's offered is a shrug.