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earbud in one hand, the other still in her ear. olivia rodrigo's song fades away.

black eyes looking down at her- dang, even his eye shape was pretty. ugh. and he's so tall he has to look down? double ugh.

hoodie sleeve tucked in on the side she got mustard on because she wouldn't be caught dead with a visible stain.


there before yn's very eyes laid akaashi keiji. 

and she just asked him out.

let's get one thing straight. yn didn't ask him out because she liked the dude. 

yes, she thought he was cute, like duh, he's gorgeous. 


but one thing we must understand about yn is that she is a woman of taste.

she doesn't fall for the everyday pretty face.


her asking him out was just an itch she needed to scratch. 

her asking him out was just proof that she still had control over her life.

that's it. that's all.


but in her moment of frustration, she hadn't realized that this may cause her future self some problems:

1. embarrassment

2. embarrassment

3. just a little more embarrassment (nothing too crazy)


FAHHH, why did she do that?!?!

that was really stupi- 

no no, no, her therapist told her she's got to stop saying negative things about herself.

it's.  just. college. it's not the rest of her life

"what?" his pretty eyes widened. she could see his long eyelashes. seriously, how was this fair?


"would you like to go out with me?"

oh. she doubled down.

who is this right now? is this really yn? 


"uhh... can I think about it?"

yn nodded. then she turned on her heel and walked away.









now, what the hecky just happened?

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