Setters' Tough Love [Oikawa x Reader Sugawara x Reader]

Prologue

"The sound of music, it's so delighting. Everyone's vocal cords differ and everyone can sing. Everyone can sing, but that's their choice. Maybe if you could sing a little better, you'll achieve your dream! Now get your ass out Y/n!" A lady screamed at Y/n, a little child. She ran out of the house, crying and sobbing until the lady came back, holding her hand. "Sweetie, I may be harsh but it's coming from the heart,"

The little girl nodded and hugged the lady. "It's okay mom, you're right! I should improve my voice to focus on my dream!" She chimed and her body started to vibrate with excitement.

"That's my girl! Calm down, because your father is too tired to deal with your energetic self now for supper," the mother warned.

"Mhm!" The twelve-year-old chimed and stopped vibrating.

Present Time

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The clock's ticking was louder than the teacher's lecturing. Honestly, the only amusing thing here is the clock.

Y/n scrunches up her nose at the clock, then at the lecture. She doesn't know which one is better to pay attention to. The pencil on her hand has been spinning and tapping for the past 2 hours in this class. Everyone picked on with the beat since it was the only noise they could make. Their eyes blinking to the beat, their breathing pattern followed the quiet beat, and people's toes wiggling to the loud beat. It was some form of music that Y/n loved to make.

The bell rang and everyone rushed out of the classrooms. To Y/n it's so bizarre for them to not care about the lesson, but rush out fast. Y/n is a little different, she waits for everyone to leave, then she goes. When she means everyone, she also includes the teacher. Today, she volunteered to clean the classroom, because she felt like the dust is not making the beat go to everybody. She's too passionate about music. Ask anybody, they'll tell you.

Once the teacher left, she closed both of the sliding doors and began cleaning. She picked up the chairs and started placing them in a corner. Grabbing a broom, she began to hum. That humming mutated into singing.

"Tell all of your friends that I'm crazy and drive you mad!" she swept and began spinning, singing into the broomstick, "That I'm such a stalker, a watcher, a psychopath," she put the broom away and started cleaning the board. "And tell them that you hated me, and dated me just for laughs!" her gaze fixated to the window where the sky was beautiful. This tranquil scenery stopped her from singing.

"Are you done?" A familiar voice lurked behind her. Startled, Y/n grabbed a nearby broomstick and swung it towards the person who spoke. Luckily, they duck down and dodged it. Since every action has its equal opposite reaction, Y/n fell to the ground.

"Hajime-Kun, could you not sneak up on me!" Y/n said, quite flustered. She looked up at him and glowered at him, he did the same and helped her up. "How did you get in?"

"Oh, well I heard that someone was cleaning up and I wanted to help, but I see you're done here," he explains and pats her head in a teasing matter, "The boys call me short, but wait till they see you,"

"...WELL TOO BAD BECAUSE THEY WILL NEVER SEE ME!" Y/n started attacking Hajime.

"Hey calm down Lil' fella!" He said, chuckling at her deranged, short figure. "Let's go," he gestured and Y/n followed him.

Y/n and Hajime just met a couple of weeks ago. They were both in the class for math. A debate student tried to embarrass Hajime, but Y/n loves a good argument, so she protected Hajime and said some vigorous stuff and got sent to the office. After that, they began talking and became friends.

"Okay okay. I'm going to my club now, see ya tomorrow Hajime-Kun!" She chimed and waved at him as they departed.

"Bye Y/n-chan!" Hajime replied and started walking to the gym. He would be walking with somebody else right now, but he seems late for their little get-together. Maybe next time

An hour passes

"Show yourself! I'm ready to learn!" Y/n sang in the empty choir room. Normally the rest of the members would be here, but they all left a little early due to "strains" in their throats. In reality, they are tired of singing the same song for their performance next week. Y/n was just practicing belts for her part, but no one cared to listen.

A sound of heavy breathing interrupts her. The sound came from outside the door, she looked at the little crack in the door, but no one was there.