𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞'𝐬 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 | Miya Atsumu x Reader (discontinued)

♬ 07

"you can go to break now. you can then come back a couple of minutes earlier before the end to warm-up, just go to the music room. if you need anything, do tell me. now, if you'll excuse me, i need to go. i'll be back!" the man said as he stood up and left the room, the sound of his leather shoes resonating on the floor.

the girl stood up and sighed, with a sweet smile on her face. she left the staff room with a bow to the teachers, and headed straight to the cafeteria where the boys probably were. she hopped from excitement, as her eyes directed to the wide windows, giving the view of the grass, slightly dancing with the wind.

when she finally reached her destination, the girl peeked her head in the cafeteria and looked around to find any familiar faces. not one familiar face. the girl is unlucky.

with no other choice, she directly went to the music room to warm-up her slender fingers.

bam.

a loud sound could be heard coming from the outside as soon as she entered the music room. she stood in front of the door, wondering where the sound came from.

"shut yer' trap!"

she could hear faint voices. and then it hit her; the gym was right in front of the music room.

"get off me y'a asshole! i'll beat the hell out of y'a!"

another similar voice was heard.

she ran to the gym, with her violin case still on her back. she pushed a large metallic door, and finally step foot, to only see two boys beating the hell out of each other.

she slowly approached, before a figure towered over her. green eyes pierced through her soul.

"what are you doing here, y/n-chan?" the boy asked.

"i was about to go practice, but i heard what sounded like a fight. so i came here, and saw these two dumbasses fighting..." she explained as she sighed in frustration.

"we can't stop them, usually kita-san does it, but he's busy."

"then, i'm the one taming these beasts down."

she approached the two boys in question, before suna could even react. she fake-coughed and glared daggers at them.

they looked in her direction, completely stopping in whatever they were doing. atsumu on top of osamu, fist in the air and osamu strangling the other.

"you're so damn loud! it's BREAK time, so time for a BREAK for everyone, not for fighting! if you want to fight, go bicker somewhere else and don't cause trouble!!" she yelled as she put her hands on her hips.

bam.

the blonde's fist collided with the grey-haired boy's cheek. he stood up, feeling somehow proud. his twin, however, wasn't happy and hit his identical brother in the stomach with a powerful hit. they both just stared at each other, hungry for more fighting.

"honestly, fuck you, atsumu."

"this wouldn't have started if you would've done your best to hit my sets, you fucking bitch!"

the girl just stood there as she watched the whole scene happen. having more than enough, she placed her right hand on the blond's neck and wrapped it around the back. she placed her other one in the grey's little pit behind the collarbone, right on the nerve.

she pressed them like you squeeze the juice out of oranges, applying grand pressure from her fingers.

"the advantage of being a musician is having VERY strong hands." she thought to herself as she smiled in satisfaction as the twins' faces twisted in pain.