"At that moment that he realized, he had fallen head over heels for a fox that he could never have".
Kimiko Udai was intelligent, beautiful, and talented; practically the perfect formula for the target of others' envy and hatred. After spending most...
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"'SAMU!!!"
"KIMIKOOOO!!"
Both Kimiko and Osamu looked up to see a frantic Atsumu being chased by an overly energetic Bokuto and a tired Akaashi tailing behind. 'Poor Akaashi', Kimiko thought sadly, praying for his sanity. Dealing with Bokuto was enough trouble but adding Atsumu and his fangirls to the mix sounded like a nightmare with whip cream and a cherry on top.
The three pause when they reach Kimiko and Osamu, cheeks dusted pink as they stared intently at Kimiko. Bokuto was the first to move, throwing his arms around the girl to twirl her around. "KIMIKO, YOU'RE SO PRETTY IN A KIMONO", he exclaimed in awe as he continued spinning her around.
Kimiko let out a melodic laugh, setting her palms on the ace's shoulders to brace herself from the dizziness that followed as he lowered her closer to the ground. "Thanks Bokuto", she said in wavy tone, almost tripping over herself after he set her down.
A pair of strong hands reached out to steady her, accompanied by a low chuckle. "Ya could've just told me if ya wanted to get a face full of me", the voice vibrated arrogantly, so arrogantly that Kimiko could picture a broad smirk accompanying that voice. Looking up, her prediction was confirmed and there was indeed, a smirking Atsumu right besides her.
He slouched down a bit so he could get closer to her, his eyes roaming up her body and finally landing on the face that he loved. "And the owl was right, y'er so pretty today. So pretty that it makes me want to lock ya up to keep for myself, away from all their gazes", he growled softly so that only she could hear. Ignoring the glares directed at him, he snuggled closer, missing everything about his favorite girl. He hadn't seen her in a whole week and a half, which was way too long for Atsumu.
Sure they texted almost everyday, but it wasn't the same. He missed her fluttering touches, laughter, smile, and even her scent. His grin widened as he nuzzled himself deeper into the crook of her neck, wishing that they could stay like that forever. Alas, the moment was ruined when she was ripped out of his arms by his petty brother. To make matters worse, he heard the familiar screeches of some uncultured pigs that he thought he managed to lose already.
"ITS MIYA-SENPAI."
"TWO OF THEM! OSAMU-SENPAI AND ATSUMU-SENPAI~"
Osamu gawked at Atsumu in horror, feeling utterly betrayed by the fact his brother led the hoard of fangirls back just when he got to see Kimiko again. It was all because his egocentric piss-blond twin refused to wear a mask to cover up his 'flawless' face.
Shuffling nervously at the entrance of the dreaded fans, she began shifting away from the popular pair.
"Ah, well.. I'm going to go with Akaashi and Bokuto. Bye Osamu, Atsumu!" Kimiko yelled, stuffing her last Taiyaki into her mouth so she could latch onto the Fukurodani pair's hands to bolt away from the crowd of girls. She let go of their hands to wave goodbye to the Inarizaki twins, feeling a bit bad for throwing the two to the flock of fangirls. Fortunately, they waved back, shouting a brief goodbye that alleviated some of her guilt.
