A/N: Ok one thing you probably don't know about me: I am in LOVE with Ushijima.
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I WOULD GET THIS TATTOOED ON MY FORHEAD IF I COULD.
Also sorry I've been MIA, kinda lost inspo, ya kno?
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BF/N: OH MY GOD A 60! I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! IT'S A MIRACLE! (y/n)!! How'd you do?
(y/n) stared at her sheet completely speechless, anger boiling inside of her. (bf/n) glanced at the paper;
48/100
BF/N: Hey... It's not so bad, you were only 12 points off from passing... You can always take the makeup test... Y/N: That's not the point.
She breathed out, fighting herself at full strength to not go feral.
Y/N: I'm gonna go to the bathroom-
She said as she stood up. (bf/n) watched as she left with a worried face. (y/n) stomped to the bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror, anger painted across her face.
Y/N: Why are you so stupid? What's wrong with you? No, seriously I want to know what the FUCK is wrong with you!
She yelled as she kicked the stall door.
USHIJIMA: Excuse me, is there a problem?
His head peaked into the bathroom.
Y/N: W- Hey! You're not allowed to be in here! USHIJIMA: Well, I heard shouting, so I came to check if there was fighting. Although apparently it just seems to be you shouting at yourself, considered it's only you in here. Unless someone is inside one of the stalls, in which case, I apologize for interrupting the argument. Y/N: There's no one in the stalls man! And stop over analyzing this! I'm just hella mad, that's all... USHIJIMA: Am I allowed to ask why you are... "hella mad"? Y/N: No, you're not, now get out before i call someone on your pervy ass. USHIJIMA: I am sensing... Tension. I am far from clear on what the base of this tension is, but I will get out of your hair. Y/N: What a weird guy, god.
She sighed.
Y/N: Well, now I'm not mad anymore... Just extremely irritated.
She groaned and made her way back to class where she sat in complete silence, staring into the void.
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BF/N: (y/n), you've been quiet all day, is it still about the damn math grade? Y/N: I don't know, (bf/n)... Would YOU be mad if you worked your ass off for a test and then got a FUCKING FORTYEIGHT? WOULDJA?! BF/N: Holy shit, calm the fuck down, you crazy ass bitch. You know what you need? Y/N: What. BF/N: A night out, getting shitfaced with me. Y/N: Boy that does sound good. BF/N: Great. Then it's settled. I'll text you the stuff.
