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

♬ 15

the day went by very slowly, but very quickly at the same time. during lunch, the girl was submerged by people praising her, and even some teachers who heard her playing from their respective classrooms.

she was drowning.

the girl was practically always watched by some people as they called out her name and smiled, praising and praising her.

but honestly, she was happy it reached peoples' hearts.

she had some trouble going to practice, she literally had to ask suna and osamu to be her bodyguards. even kita and aran, her friends joined in. the fangirls were obviously jealous.

some girls even attempted to talk to her music teacher, ishikawa shyuu to get into the club, mostly to get the boys' attention like y/n did. but the man wasn't having any of it, he was already busy with the chaos that the two overly-energetic teens were.

violin practice went by extremely well, since y/n could finally play the piece slowly. nationals were approaching, and stress of course started building up. hyouta had his own piece to perform, and he now had the burden of being the violinist's accompanist. y/n still helped him as much as she could, she often clapped the tempo he should be going in since sometimes he sped up. she gave him instructions on how to make it more emotionally beautiful, and hyouta was taking every piece of advice in.

he now had a dream; to perform just like the girl, and reach peoples' hearts with his music.

since she played tremendously well today, she was allowed to go off earlier. well, she had to wait for osamu. she went to their practice and stood at the door, peeking her head in.

she looked as the balls hitting the floor resonated, and the screams filling the room. not only the volleyball's team screams, but osamu's and atsumu's fangirls' ones too.

the girl sat next to the manager, which she became quite close to since she often came to the boys' practice. she put her violin on her lap, and smiled as she looked at the guys in front of her.

y/n was obviously kind of clueless, but she admired deeply every single movement. she could recognize when someone was going to make a powerful jump by the way their shoes produced sound whilst jumping, in the serves she could tell when the ball was powerful and where it would go simply by the sound. she recognized everything by the sound.

musical ears do wonder.

it was at the end of their training that osamu noticed her, suna didn't even bother looking and never realized she was here. the ash-haired boy approached her lazily, whilst wiping the sweat off of his forehead with the towel the h/c-haired girl gave him. with a smile, she left him and went straight to the gate.

she sat on the cold concrete, staring into the infinite sky. her eyes filled with stars, as her figure was illuminated by the dim lights of the school. she breathed out, condensation forming from the cold air. her nose and cheeks were red as it was particularly cold that day. she stuffed her face in her f/c scarf, and hugged herself tightly, like she was holding dear to her life. her hair gently blew in her face, sticking to her cherry-tainted lips, and her grown-out bangs getting in the way of her eyes.

ring.

her phone rang. in a swift movement, she took it out and looked at it.

the number was unknown.

but the message seemed oddly familiar.

Unknown number
« is this the phone number of l/n y/n ?? if yes, can we call??? »
Sent 5:43p.m