"Rest"
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Recently, these past few weeks, you've been feeling as if the whole world was against you, for no particular reason. This made you severely down in the dumps, so much so that you were lapsing in and out of consciousness, often trapped in your toxic state of mind.
Despite how much you yearned for someone to hold your hand and walk you through your suffering, you saw it was best to just isolate yourself until the feeling of dread had gone.
This wasn't anything new after all. The feeling of overwhelming sadness due to reasons that are beyond your comprehension, were nothing out of the blue. Whenever you were feeling like this, you kept to your own devices and preferred not to be a liability for anyone else.
Until Miya Atsumu, your boyfriend, showed up-- more like barged, into your classroom one day, clearly displeased by the situation.
Of course you failed to realize that you had been ignoring Atsumu. The moment you did, his infuriated presence was the source of your enlightenment. Taking his stand right before your seated form, he gazed down to take in your disheveled appearance.
Long story short, you looked awful.
Your (h/l), (h/c), tufts of hair were unkempt, you neglected your habit of ALWAYS throwing it up into a high-ponytail. There were ghastly bags underneath your eyes, giving off the hint of insomnia. Lastly, your face was hollow-- no expression whatsoever, startling the male, as he often saw you with an optimistic grin stretched across your face.
It always brightened up his day whenever he was pissed off at fangirls for disrupting the melody of his volleyball endeavors.
Seething, the artificially blond-haired setter slammed his hands atop your desk, snapping you out of your reverie.
With a flinch, you began to stutter, "A-Atsumu? W-What's the matter?"
"Right back at ya'. What's the matter with you, Princess?" Said male scoffed, bitterly amused that you'd rather tend to his well-being but not yours.
A tired sigh escaped your lips, you clearly had no energy nor stamina to argue, much less shoot any comebacks, so you only stayed silent. Adding onto Atsumu's bubbling worry.
Without another word, he picked you up, from your seat-- straight into his muscular arms, dismissing the presence of your classmates as he made his way through their designated groups and out into the corridors.
"Where are we going...?" You murmured, just barely above whisper.
"You need to rest." Came Atsumu's blunt response.
You stayed silent, knowing full-well where he was taking you, snuggling you head against the clothed surface of his chest, taking in his comforting scent. For a moment, his sweet, not-so-powerful body spray, made you forget about your past troubles.
Though it was dreadfully short-lived.
A pack of girls, clearly a part of the Miya Twins' fan-club, began to approach you-- mainly your boyfriend. You heard a curse leave Atsumu's lips, causing you to chuckle lightly, as his expression toned stony.
Usually, the setter was nice, but with you in his arms and in a condition that he could barely level as fine no less, there was no doubt that he'd have to deal with them harshly this time.
"Miya-San! You're so cool!" A girl fawned.
Another came from the other side of your route. "Miya-San! My friend thinks you're cute! I do too!" Girls were nudging one another, each trying to take hold Atsumu's attention.
