Savage (An Oikawa Story)

A New School Year...

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A/N: three phrases to describe this fic: savage, funny, and down to earth.

Your POV

I wake up with a sore back and a sour mood. Man- I hate mornings as much as the average high schooler, but I despise this one in particular. Upon shutting off my alarm clock, I briefly check the time- 4:45 AM.

Perfect. Nothing like the dark hours of early morning to start off the first day of my 3rd year.

My school uniform feels stiff as I crawl into it, and I frown at the ugly combination of mint green and white as I pull it on. I mean, really? We might as well be sponsored by crest white strips. At least we don't have to wear purple plaid like Shiratorizawa. Their designers were bold, I'll give them credit for that; but what were they trying to do, pledge allegiance to the perverted grape from My Hero Academia?

Fully clothed and a little more awake, I use my ample time to get ready for the day. I wash my face, not bothering to apply makeup, and slather on lotion and sunscreen. When I've finally exhausted every step of my morning routine, I stare at myself in the mirror like I'm waiting for something to appear beside me and give me a sign.

Nothing ever does, of course. It's me, and me only.

"It's going to be okay. It's going to be okay."

If I repeat it like a mantra, will it come true?

No- This isn't Disney, (y/n). Unless you plan on making a man out of yourself. Ha.

It's the start of a new school year, but I already know that there will be nothing 'new' about it. I'm already stuck with the name 'savage nerd girl' (because I roast the people who insult me for being a nerd, like the classy woman I am) and have zero friends, so I've got nothing to look forward to.

I don't try to make any friendships, but sometimes I can't help but wonder if having people to talk to and laugh with would make school a little more bearable. Then again, compared to my other problems, having no friends and being a 'savage nerd girl' is only a minor predicament. Believe me...I have more to worry about. With this in mind, I ignore my conflicted feelings.

I've never been one for meaningful friendships, anyways.

While cooking a simple breakfast of eggs over rice, I mull over my game plan. I'm going to have to get perfect grades, do well in art club, and kiss up to my teachers to get a full four year scholarship to a good college. I cannot screw this up.

My future depends on it, and if I'm being honest, the prospect of a better life is the only thing stopping me from yeeting myself off a cliff.

Oikawa's POV

I walk into my first period (Advanced English) a full 30 minutes early, but I'm not the first student to arrive. Y/N- also known as 'savage nerd girl'- has already claimed a seat in the front row, where she's arranging her things with intense focus.

Well, I guess that's expected. Y/N is always the first to come to school, and the last to leave. As a volleyball player I respect her drive to succeed, but I respect my beauty sleep more. Looking perfect is an art in itself, and if I am Picasso, my hair is the Mona Lisa.

Wait, was that painted by Leonardo Da Vinci? No- that's a ninja turtle. Silly me!

Occupied by my thoughts I carelessly let the door slam behind me, prompting Y/N to glare in my direction. I just smile at her and wave cheerfully. "Hi Savage-chan!" I say enthusiastically.

"Good morning Oikawa," she replies, not bothering to look up. I laugh.

"Wow, someone lost their will to live over the summer." I tell her, sticking out my tongue playfully. She rolls her eyes in response. "Jeez, don't be so uptight Y/N! What time did you get here anyway?"

She stiffens. "5:30." I gasp in genuine surprise. I got here at 7:30, and school doesn't start until 8! People like her are the reason why Asians are famous for being overachievers, although I doubt many are as savage as her. Thank goodness she's less spiteful in the mornings. When Savage-chan roasts me, it's usually after 10 AM.

"Why so early?" I ask curiously. She laughs humorlessly, eyes fixed on the ground. She has pretty eyes- it's a shame she spends all her time bent over books. Clearly, the girl has issues.

"Some people care about their futures." Y/N states simply. Yup, she's definitely a middle aged woman trapped in the body of a highschool girl.

"And you think I don't?" I counter. Y/N just shrugs. "You're so mean to me, savage nerd girl." I sigh, taking a seat in the back of the classroom. "You and Iwa-chan might get along."

Time skip...8:00, and Advanced English class has started.

Your POV

"Hello class. My name is Mr. Uchicha, and I am your Advanced English teacher. And yes, it's U-chi-CHA. Cha cha, real smooth!" He yodels, striking a pose. Nobody laughs. "Erm... let me tell you something before introducing the curriculum." He says, trying to recover from his embarrassing yodel. "You're all 3rd years, so this year is the year that matters most. This is the year before you go to college."

I nod confidently. One more year until I can leave this place for good.

Mr. Uchicha smiles at my determination. "Please take this year seriously." He proceeds to survey the classroom, stopping to frown at a group of girls giggling at Oikawa. Why do people like him? He's clearly all style, no substance. I can't help but wonder. I guess he is friendly, but he also makes me want to throw up.

Mr. Uchicha clears his throat, interrupting my thoughts. "The first order of business is assigning seats. This will also determine your first group project partners." My jaw drops, and I instinctively glance over to Oikawa. Oh no. Please don't put me with that egotistical oaf, PLEASE don't-

Mr. Uchicha's eyes land on Oikawa, who's busy winking at the gaggle of girls eyeballing him. "Alright Oikawa! Since you're so popular with the ladies, you can sit next to Y/N."

I barely manage to stifle a scream. Oikawa looks just as peeved as I am, groaning as he shuffles over to my seat. I think I hear him mumble 'she's not a real girl' before he slides into the chair beside me. I look him in the eye and shoot him a murderous glare, heat rising in my cheeks.

"Don't mess this up for me, Oikawa." I hiss. Oikawa pouts, but nods grudgingly. His agreement calms me down a little. Real girl or not, I have to do well in this class.

My college education depends on it....

A Very Important A/N (May 17th 2020)

Hey guys. I originally wrote this fanfiction in 2018, and since then, it has garnered over 80k reads. Despite it's popularity, which continues to grow, the original writing was absolutely TERRIBLE. (even my little sister told me it sucked) Hence, I am now taking time to thoroughly edit this fanfiction. I am not making the chapters as intricate and as lengthy as the ones in my Sakusa fic, since I am trying to preserve the original storyline. However, I am taking the necessary measures to increase the writing quality and content.

This story focuses heavily on topics like abuse, depression, and cutting. As I edit the chapters, I hope to portray them in a more realistic manner. I understand such things far better now.

Thank you for reading, and please don't forget to vote!

Love, your hardworking author.