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I apologize in advance if this doesn't compare to the other two requests before this, my excuse? I watched the Steven Universe movie and it was an emotional rollercoaster. Lmao
|¤ What Could Have Been ¤|
《Narrator's Point of view》
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You recently moved to Shiratorizawa and you were a transfer from Aobajohsai.
So you could see the irony of the situation when Wakatoshi herd the rumors of a transfer from the same exact school that Oikawa was. He did not had any reactions, but he chuckled at it.
Your story was quite peculiar, and different. It was filled with sadness, but in a way you were thankful of that sadness because it forged you into who you were. Since at a young age you faced abandonment, and the worst part for you was that bit wasn't intentionally, nor temporary.
Your parents death at an early aged marked your life forever, you weren't really closed to them, but you were grateful enough as to even have them with you. This sad event proved to you that you didn't have no real friendships, and that you were living in a city of backstabbers, if it weren't for Oikawa and his best friend you wouldn't even dare to lay a single strand of hair on that school.
That was the same moment that your grandparents took you in to live with them to the heart of Japan. It was an opportunity to be someone new, with new friends, and a family that supported you no matter what.
"Y/n! Dinners ready!" Your grandmother called you from the kitchen.
"Be there in a minute!" You shouted back at her, and placed the last box with your belongings on your bed.
You took a moment to admire you empty room, trying to photograph how it looked now compared to what you had in mind. Then you look behind you and you see a window, and through it you noticed a young bruenette around your age, but supper buff without a shirt.
You unconsciously blush, and he waved at you, you felt weirded out but waved back at him awkwardly.
"The food's gonna get cold kid!" You herd your grandpa shout.
"Coming!" You turned around and ran to the kitchen without looking back for the shirtless teen on your window.
When you arrived at the kitchen your granma received you with a warm plate of F/f, and a spoon to the head.
"Ouw~! What was that for?" You said rubbing the spot where she exactly hit you.
"Another minute up there would have made your food cold!" She said in a scolding manner.
