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

♬ 17

the girl walked grumpily through the halls and the stairs. she was in direction of the rooftop, but she was stopped in her tracks as a hand grabbed her wrist. she stopped mid-way and turned around, just to see the same boy that talked badly about her.

"listen to me, y/n." the blonde boy asked as he look down with guilt.

"there's nothing to listen to, 'tsumu." she barked back.

suddenly, her back was against the cold wall, and her arms were pinned above her head.

the boy towered over her, his bangs falling in front of his head as he panted dangerously. he was close enough that the girl could feel his burning breath on her lips.

his golden eyes met her e/c ones.

the eye contact felt like ages.

his face closed in dangerously on hers, their noses almost touching. his grip on her wrists grew tighter as he grit his teeth.

"are y'a that fucking blind? can't y'a see what you do to me, y/n?" atsumu exclaimed in a low voice.

"b-but i-.." her words were cut off by a pair of lips on hers, hungry lips.

her eyes widened in shock.

the high school heartbreaker just kissed her.

his tongue made its way in her mouth, and explored the cave as she opened her mouth from the pain he was causing by holding her wrists.

"whenever i see y'a, goddamnit i want to touch you. looking at yer' face is like paradise, i swear. but you're a hard one to get. and fuck the others, i want y'a for myself.

i'm sorry." he said as he pulled back from the intense kiss.

"l-leave me alon-" her soft words were once again cut off.

but this time by another masculine voice.

"get the fuck away from her." the voice ordered.

the girl turned her head in the direction of the voice, and saw her best-friend; suna.

the crow-black haired boy dangerously approached the blonde, fists curled.

the blonde turned in his direction as he let the girl's wrists free. the girl stepped back in the corner as she shook and massaged her bruised wrists.

"why are you here?" the blond boy asked, cockily.

"doesn't matter. can't you see you're hurting her? you talked shit about her, literally calling her a whore. now you force yourself onto her. look at her goddamn wrists, they're purple because of you. she plays an instrument, and you just injured her." the dark-haired boy pointed out, pointing his index finger to his teammate.

"don't get in this, dude. none of yer' business." he answered back.

"if it's y/n, it is my business. i won't allow you to force yourself on a girl, especially not her." he said, as he grabbed the other boy's shirt collar.

the girl was scared for her life. it was only monday, and so much was happening.

she decided to interfere, and stop this fight. she stood in between the two as the blonde punched the other guy's cheek.

"stop!" she yelled out, her eyes shutting close.

both boys stopped. it was exactly like that time she stopped the twins from fighting.