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1| Original Character

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We all worship and know that we were created by a god, right? Those gods made us beautiful and it's what make us we the people. Though, it's like a person making an Original Character. All of us, even you, would want them to be happy in some kind of way. But, making them happy and forcing them into relationships with characters from animes or such ad making them the sister/brother of the character is called marysue. It is also marysue when its too perfect.

Like how I am.

Uttaeru Mearī was my name, clearly my name was Marysue in English. I was made to be perfect, treated like Oikawa Tooru by many girls. This was my future, my knowledge, my love, my happiness,

My despair.

I was indeed last time I checked—I had a brain, a heart, and a soul alright, but knowing I had this future and that somebody had made me to be very special had hurt me. So I decided to change it.

I had to deny looking, touching, or even talking to the Karasuno members. I knew what would happen from here if I had joined the team— It was awfully horrible. If I had joined the team I would have gotten Karasumo to the nationals for three years, making all of the left over members train so much they forget about schoolwork and get to the nationals so many times that other schools never stood a chance; not even Shiratoriwa or Aoba Johsai.

Okay, Mearī had to admit, it was quite disgusting. He had to change these no matter what. Just think about how much tears there would be if Karasuno was the only team that has ever won.

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Uttaeru Mearī walked to school avoiding any chances of meeting the the members of the volleyball club. Indeed, he loved volleyball, it was a great sport to play with others and have fun with. But as this he knew that he couldn't play volleyball with an ending like this. He had dark black hair with bangs to his eyes. Mearī was meant to have red hair, according to his creator. Apparently, they changed it. He liked it though, he found himself quite cute as well.

The classroom was full of his homeroom, of course, Hinata Shoyou  just had to be in his class. Show no sign of emotion, nor don't look at Hinata. He commanded himself, even though he looked at him. He couldn't control it. His body moved by itself and he held his hand out to the short boy. Crap, my creator is making me do whatever they want me to do now. Hinata Shoyou shook his hand and he pulled himself back and almost fell.

“Are you okay?” he asked, Uttaeru nodded and sat back down not showing any sign of how he was just controlled then.

It was after school, Uttaeru was going to head home but his legs started to walk to the gym. He jerked his head and grabbed a door making his legs stop. It looked as if he were fighting gravity. He could not go to the gym. The volleyball club was there, his heart ached a bit hearing the cries of some third-year captains from other schools. Their voices were filled with sadness and loss.

Uttaeru put a hand to his heart cleanching his hand, feeling some empty pain. He was so close to the gym; Mearī could not scream or talk. He was silent, his heart beating to the loss and heart breaking moments of teams breaking up and everyone blaming themselves for not being good enough. Friendships ending, love shattering, all for a perfect future of an original character.

“Excuse me, are you okay?” as he looked up, it was as he feared—a volleyball club member, though it was Sugawara Koushi, a very understanding fellow. Maybe he could trust him with this, maybe it could work out. Uttaeru's voice was shakey as he felt tears in his eyes.

“S-Sugawara-San, Don't get any help. .” just then, he had remembered passing out, his dark black bangs covered his eyes. Well played Uttaeru, you got yourself and your cover blown. But whatever you do, do NOT join the team.