HaikyuuxReader (Little Love Stories)

Bully! Kageyama x Living Doll! Reader

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Once upon a time, there was a writer who were living a busy life far far away...

However, that writer was being crushed under the guilt of not updating for a year...

So, the writer came back.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Jokes aside, I am kinda back.

This was requested by --Misanthropy--. Thanks for the request, though I am too late that I am pretty much sure that you don't even remember this request.

Sorry for that, and hope you enjoy reading.

[WARNING: Includes bullying. Read it on your own risk.]

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She was beautiful.

Gem-like (e/c) eyes.

Porcelain like skin.

Silky, (h/l), (h/c) hair.

She was beautiful.

However, like a doll, she was lifeless.

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"I actually cannot believe that she has the nerve to come to school like that..."

"How come the Dean lets her come to school like that?"

"Actually, I heard he doesn't approve either. It is just that she stubbornly comes to school like that everyday."

"Seriously? She is unbelievable..."

Noise, noise and more noise.

Useless, meaningless, nonsense.

(f/n) couldn't understand what was the problem.

She was going to school everyday, listening to her lessons and was taking decent scores from the exams.

What was the problem?

Adding some extra frills to her school skirt, wearing a light pink bow tied to her shirt's colar, tying her hair into two pigtails with two big white bows...

She couldn't see any problem in that.

"(l/n)-san!"

She looked up to the school gates, just to see the school dean coming up to her, frowning, and fixing his wig.

She stopped until the man stood right in front of her.

"How many times am I supposed to tell you?! No customized uniforms, no oversized bows, and NO MAKE-UP!"

"Sir, I haven't done any make-up today."

She said with a low, calm tone, only making the dean angrier.

"Today, you are going to have the cleaning duty for your classroom! Understood?!"

Frowning, the dean left by stomping on the ground furiously. Although her silence was disturbed, (f/n) continued her way towards the classroom.

After changing her shoes, while walking through the hallway, a tall figure bumped to her. She didn't fall, just looked up to see the person who bumped into her.