Perfectly Fake (Atsumu xshy!reader)

Only A Dream - Chapter One

A/N 

Unlike my last story I'll do my best to insert pictures of Atsumu before each chapter. 

Please appreciate my effort by the time I'm done with this I'll have way to many pictures of Atsumu saved to my computer.

Reminder: This is only my second fanfic I'm still learning!

Reminder Part Two: You will not have any friends in this fic. First of all, it's important to the plot. Second of all, I didn't want to write any OCs because I wanted this to be as realistic as possible.

Reminder Part Three: This chapter is inspired by someone elses fanfic of Suna, but I put my own twist on it. I'm so sorry I couldn't remember there @. Most of this is my idea though. If you know there @, tell me in the comments and I'll put it here.

Anyways! On to the story! Please Enjoy! 

:) 

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It had only been three weeks of school and everyone had already fallen in love with the Miya Twins. The Miya twins were tantalizing, they seemed like they were set on this untouchable pedastle. The student body loved them, and you could see why. 

They were pretty, athletic, and popular. Everything you heard of the Miya Twins were pure rumour. Sure you had a few classes with Atsumu, but you never talked. Merely only strangers. You didn't have any friends, you were usually to busy helping people with homework or other favours.  

You weren't really that smart when it came to acdemics you were just hard working. You were also very quiet, reserved and shy. This led for people to believe that you were some kind of genius but in reality, you were just an A+ student who tried really hard. You were alone alot, and without much to do, you just helped other students. You didn't always want to help others but some how you always got caught up into helping others. Today was seemingly one of those days.

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You were studying in the library, it was afterschool and you were almost about to go home when he walked into the library. Hitoshi Ginjima, he always asked you to do his homework on bad days. You always refused but somehow you always ended up doing his homework. Recently he had been asking to do his homework way more often, this was the third time in a row. 

You kept your eyes on your own paper praying he wouldn't walk over to your table, but of course he did. "Hey you!" 

You looked up frustrated, "Do you even know my name?" 

"Tch! Of course I do!" 

"So what's my name?" 

"Okay, okay. I don't know your name. Is that what you wanted from me?" He whisper yelled throwing his hands in the air in defeat. 

"Whatever, did you need something?" 

"I need you to do my homework again." 

"What? Again! Today's the third day in a row. I have a life you know!" 

"Obviously you don't if you do my homework all the time."