At the end of every school day since freshman year, Brittany and her best friend Chewy from Twice would go to a boba shop called Blue Balls to snatch themselves some tea to feed their caffeine addictions and abg reputations. Recently though, Chewy from Twice's annoying brooding boyfriend Ashton Ryder would tag along with them.
Brittany didn't understand how anyone could stand Ashton. He was a migit, standing at about 5'11, had plain oily black hair he wore down and annoyingly beady blue eyes. Ashton never ordered anything there besides milk with two shots of Brandy Mellville. What a freak.
Brittany chewed on the straw of her small exchange student cafeteria lemonade in a cool cup that we will drink next year pensively, visualising Chase's freakishly wild unibrow and spikey hair in her mind. God, he was hot.
When she felt her phone ping in her manicured hand, she felt as though she had been rudely interrupted.. until she saw that the text was from Chase. Ohoho. This better be juicy.
[420 ⏰, 70 ♡]
"Going Sicko Mode @ Da South Gym!! You Should Come, Math One!" It read.
Math One.. what a sweet nickname. He totally wanted 2 fuck. This was the moment Brittany officially decided she was in love.
With a dopey smile stretching across her face, Brittany showed the text to Chewy from Twice who squealed.
"You can come with me, Ashton's on the team as well," Chewy from Twice decided. Brittany gave her a thumbs up, and the three of them walked out of Blue Balls, the bells above the door jingling at their departure.
Brittany her attention back to her phone.
<Listen Rachel, big fat white nasty smelling ass bitch->
<u bet ;)>
She selected the latter.
[420 ⏰, 70 ♡]
To be honest, Brittany had been a little put off when Chewy from Twice explained that the text was Chase was an invitation to watch his volleyball practice match and not some pass to a wild drug rave on school grounds, but she was willing to get over it if she could snap some pics of Chase's cake. Hopefully she could get enough to edit into a Timothée Clarinet live wallpaper.
Loud calls and the smell of sweat grew in volume and intensity as the trio approached school grounds once again. As soon as Brittany stepped through the musty pee yellow doors, she felt extremely out of place. Even bubble headed bimbo Chewy from Twice, with Chewy from Twice's high ponytail and borrowed jersey from Ashton looked more comfortable than she did.
The blonde and Chewy from Twice slid onto the bleachers, their eyes grazing the boys' booties. Brittany's gaze settled onto the thiccest cheeks of them all, and she dragged her stare upwards to the owner's face.
Her heart sank. It wasn't Chase; it was coach GordonRamsay7. Brittany wasn't gay, but even she acknowledged that this woman was the most bootilicious person on campus.
The faux matches started, with players scrimaging in pairs. Chase was still nowhere to be found.
Maybe he led her on and this was his idea of a prank? Sighing, she got up to leave, just before a ball came speeding towards her face. Brittany barely had time to flinch, eyes glued onto an empty space on the floor in front of her.
Until suddenly a presence occupied that space.
Chase quickly extended his arms out in front of his abnormally long, horselike torso, the cardboard spagehetti coloured red and orange ball was reflected in a glint of Chase's eyes. This must be the part where his entire life story flashes before everyone's eyes in the span of fifteen minutes even though the hit was put into the air at 56 kmph five minutes ago.
Grab your popcorn, it's time for it to start.
A young Chase stood in between two parties, glaring at the larger of the two. Brittany recognised the one he was standing in front of protectively as thic photoshopped Bokuto.
Right "now" he was crying pitifully, clinging to Chase's right arm.
"Th-they're mmaking fun of me for m-my thick, voluptuous, beautiful phat @$$!" Bokuto choked out hysterically. Chase chucked.
"Their just jealous. Let me-"
"**They're," Bokuto corrected.
"How did you even- NevermiNd, that's not important. Nobody cares about you Bokuto, your only redeeming quality is your butt, something to objectified and tokenized. Now let me talk about my height, which is treated the same way, except better, since asses cannot be used as plot devices in volleyball anime. If they could, Oikawa wouldn't have gotten his sob story, that chopping board looking clown. Anyway.
I've always been short. Sure, some people may see my height as a disadvantage. But I've faced larger, more impactful disadvantages in this life. The last one? Not so much, so it was kinda hard to get used to this new mortal vessel. Anyway.
My dad left me to get a bag of milk when I was five and then never came back, so I have crippling abandonment issues. But what's way worse than that is that in grade three some guy named Anthony mispronounced my name. Like wtf dude. So that's why I started going by Chase Hudson instead of Nishinoya Yū.
In my first year of middle school, I discovered my passion for don't let the balloon touch the grou- I mean volleyball. I discovered my passion for volleyball.
I'm not gonna expand on that tangent. Instead, I'll talk about the importance of my position as if I invented it.
I'm the libero. I'm the one that's always diving 4 da ball n stuff. It's because of me that my team is able to do what we do. With a steady defense , they have the facilities to put an optimal amount of effort into our offense. I watch their backs as my efforts let them jump higher, spike harder, and converse energy.
In volleyball, the team that blocks higher, or strategizes better doesn't win; the team that doesn't let the ball hit the ground wins. That's why I'm important."
*Chase winning* *Chase losing* *Chase laughing* *Chase crying* *Chase's Top Ten Most Epik Saves Compilation!!!2018 Updated Edition!!!*
The montage came to an end, and Brittany's eyes settled onto the back of Chase's t-shirt where something was written in dramatic looking kanji. Dammit, she forgot to turn the subtitles on.
Ah, there we go. Brittany blinked her tears away and read the most beautiful Haikyuu she had ever seen in her entire life.
"Big boobs?
Uhhj..whew chile.
Uhm, anyway."
Thank you, kissanime.
Brittany read cannot. <3
The ball finally bounced off Chase's outstretched forearms in a perfect pass, falling back into the hands of the server on the west side, who had hit it askew. The server smiled sheepishly, eyes boring into the wooden floor below his feet.
"Sorry!" He yelled.
Brittany looked down at Chase again and felt really embarrassed. His ass was so flat is was barely even there. No wonder he was jealous of Bokuto. She was ashamed for letting herself be fooled. But still, the whole ten minute montage while a ball was in the air thing was kind of impressive and she supposed she owed him, so Brittany decided to do him a favour and settled on the fact that letting him walk her home just this once wouldn't hurt.
