In & Out {t.kageyama x FEM! reader}

1: Valentine's Day

Y/N only knew the basics of love, like how loving someone was to hold affection for someone. She didn't know much about the subject, so when her friends would talk about it, she'd just listen. From watching hundreds of episodes of Naruto, she remembered love being how Yashamaru described it:

"your heart's desire to serve someone special to you—care and devotion you feel for the precious ones around you."

Nonetheless, Y/N never really understood what it exactly meant. Even if Yashamaru's explanation meant something to Gaara, their relationship didn't exactly end on the sunny side. Ergo, Y/N never really saved room for love in her life. The only people she ever saw herself loving, were the people who made her happy. She lived a good life at home with her older brother, mother, and father. She had good grades at school, and she had good friends who she could laugh with and cry to. Every thing was just good, and it all felt so unrealistic. It was as if she was living in some slice of life anime.

Love didn't have a signature taste, but if it did, she imagined it to taste like a big strawberry shortcake: fluffy in its interior, creamy on its exterior, and sweet all over. Just the thought of such perfect confection made her heart skip. It was the same kind of way her heart would skip as if she were watching fireworks explode, or hearing euphonic melodies colliding inside of a big room. What if love was just a big cake, overflowing fireworks, or symphonic musicality? In that case, she'd fall in love everyday.

But it's not all rainbows and sunshine. If life was just an endless loop of fluffy marshmallows and bunnies hopping, wouldn't that be rather boring? Of course, there'd got to be a dash of drama, or else that wouldn't be reality.

And that's how Y/N found herself in her History class, staring out the window with sweaty palms and jumpy legs. She couldn't focus on what was happening in class. And at that moment, she couldn't care less whether or not her lack of attention towards AP Euro would bite her ass in the future.

It was February 14th: Valentine's Day. It was the day where she was going to confess to the boy she liked. Takeuchi Kento of class 1-3.

Love? We really don't know her.

Give her a break. She was just eager to let go of this feeling that laid in her chest. It was heavy as fuck, and she didn't like it. She wouldn't say it was love, even though it took about 3 months for her to realize she liked him.

He wasn't popular either, with his dark black hair that sailed over his forehead, and green eyes that lacked life. Kind of boring when she thought about it. He was nothing special, but it was what was on the inside that mattered, right?

And Y/N's task was so simple, that a baby could probably do it with their eyes closed: just tell the boy she liked him, and give him some chocolates that she totally 100% didn't spend a whole week trying to make.

Simple! Easy! Elementary!

She even questioned herself on why she was trying so hard for a boy who she'd only seen about 4 times. What would he even do? Reject her? Accept her? Really, why did she even like him in the first place?

She didn't care at this point. Once that damn History class ended, she would finally be free. Yet, she didn't want the class to end at the same time. She wasn't ready, and she knew that she was going to meet rejection after that ending bell would ring.

Rejection was something she hated. Just the thought of it introduced a bitter taste that she couldn't exile from her mouth.

It took her back to middle school, where she didn't get accepted into an advanced math class in which her friends got accepted. She felt useless.