𝙵𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙲𝙸𝚃𝚈 ━━━ t. kageyama

𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑬 ✩ words spread

03.
words spread.

PG-13. ( yayyyy )

˖⋆࿐໋₊ ┊The next day, [y/n] couldn't help but feel eyes on her throughout the day. Boy's eyes. What was the fucking deal? Did they know she blew Kageyama in the restroom?!

[y/n] was walking down the hallway towards the cafeteria, lost in her train of thought when she smacked into the worst possible person.

"So, right after we break up you're just gonna go and find someone else, huh?" Susumu shook his head, a smirk on his face. "You're such a slut."

God damnit Michimiya.

"What?" [y/n] frowned, staring at the boy in front of her.

Souta Susumu was a teenage boy of an average height. His hair was a soft blonde, but he had a couple of black streaks peaking out. His soft brown eyes used to piece her together. Her least favorite person at the moment gave her the most unwelcoming shit-eating grin imaginable.

"Michimiya's been saying that you're a 'super cute girl who's free and available' or some shit like that." Susumu used air quotes.

"So? Who cares?" [y/n] gave a genuine laugh.

"I care. You're not even that cute." Susumu shook his head again.

"Says you. Your hair is so stupid to be honest. Very school-shooter-esc. On the bright side, you're probably at the right age for plastic surgery y'know." [y/n] smiled. "Just a tip from me to you."

"Whatever bitch." Susumu glared at her, causing her to give off a genuine giggle.

"And by the way - fuck off." [y/n] held up the middle finger in a cheery manner as she walked away.

'Focus on something else.'

And she did. Her papers were filled out. She was finally going to be the setter for the girl's team since, she had to be honest, the other girls were better spikers than her.

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As she waltzed into the cafeteria, [y/n] was bombarded with a bunch of guys asking her out, to all of which she said "no" to.

Michimiya noticed, choking on her food. She decided not to say anything, knowing that whatever words she spoke were probably overdone.

[y/n] headed towards her table, her brow's furrowed.

"Michimiya."

"Hmm? Oh, hey [y/n]!"

"Wanna tell me why I have a bunch of guys asking me out?"

"I don't know why, sorry!"

"Michimiya."

"Yes?"

"I know you said something."

Michimiya sighed, tucking a strand of her brown hair behind her ear to keep it from falling in her face.

"I'm really sorry!" Michimiya pleaded.

"It's... It's alright." [y/n] gave a soft smile. "I suppose I can forgive you just this once."

"Really?" Michimiya beamed.

"I mean, I would forgive Shrek faster than you if he made me angry, but yeah. Apology accepted." [y/n] returned Michimiya's grin.

As they ate lunch, [y/n] went onto her phone. She managed to get Kageyama's phone number, which made her day so much better.

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[l/n] [f/n]
so, when can i suck ur
dick again?
;)

kage-mama 🤧💕
we're at lunch smh
also idk

[l/n] [f/n]
if u don't tell me, then u
can't hit it lmao

kage-mama 🤧💕
after practice 2day?

[l/n] [f/n]
ofc 😌

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"[y/n], who're you texting?"

Michimiya attenpted to look towards [y/n]'s phone, but the girl kept moving it, so the brunette couldn't see.

"Um, a boy?"

Can we get an F in the chat for [y/n] real quick?

"No way! You found a boy [n/n] Chan?" Michimiya's smile continued to grow. "What's his name?!"

"Kageyama Tobio. We're just friends though." [y/n] gave a sad smile.

"Don't even worry! I'm sure he'll like you back." Michimiya gave a small side hug towards [y/n].

"In the mean time, you excited for being a setter?..."

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[y/n] only wanted some dick. It was a shame she had to wait after her first day of volleyball practice to get it though. Kageyama was frustrated by the fact as well. Still, Kageyama loved the excitement of the game as much as getting head from [y/n], so it was a win-win for him.

For [y/n]? Not so much.

Sure, volleyball was fun, but sex was good too... even though she only made it to third base with guys...

Her virgin self was quaking.

Though, to be honest, she was more than fine with Kageyama being her first time. And besides, she was sure he was a virgin as well.

No pressure.