Perfectly Fake (Atsumu xshy!reader)

"Houston, We Have So Many Problems..." - Chapter 3

Last week was eventful, but today seemed pretty laid back. You looked around the classroom, it was Monday and class was ending. One more class and you could be out of here. A poster on the wall caught your eye. Your eyes widened with disbelief and you angrily sighed, was it really your turn to clean the classroom today? Before you could have any other thoughts, the bell rang and most students left the classroom.  

You stayed behind, even though it was your turn to clean the classroom, you had homework and classwork to finish. It didn't take you long, only ten minutes.  Others stayed behind since it was there turn to clean the classroom too, but only minor jobs like wipe down tables, clean windows, and water plants. Soon you were up and ready to do your fair share of cleaning. You smiled warmly to your other classmates, "I'll get the broom and mop. I'll be back soon." You told your classmates.

Your classmates continued on with there business, ignoring you. Some of them were already gone to put away supplies and pack up. How were they already done cleaning? I guess it was your fault for taking a while on your homework. You trudged down the hall to the supply closet and opened the door. There were some of your classmates inside putting away the cleanser and a cup they used to water the plants.

Your classmates left and soon new ones came in putting away paper towels. You hoped they could get the door for you since you carried a mop and broom in one arm with a bucket of water in another. You turned leaving the supply closet, "Hey, can you guys get the-" 

You were cut off by the door being slammed in your face, they even continued there conversation like you hadn't said a word. You turned your back to the door and tried to push it open but it didn't open. It must be a pull door. You looked around wondering how to put your stuff down without causing to much noise, when you just let the broom and mop fall to the floor. The broom hit a shelf, causing a few other small items to fall off the shelf. You could feel your face go red and you went to go pick them up when someone jerked the door loudly. 

The person on the other side of the door loudly pushed and pull on the other side of the door, wait a minute, were you locked in the supply closet? Before your question could be answered the door opened and there stood Atsumu with a ring of keys he twirled around your finger. 

"Y/n? What are you doing here?" Atsumu asked confused. You were to in shock to answer but he stopped and looked down the hall, "Don't tell me those fuckers locked you in here." 

"Wait-" You squeaked not wanting him to make any further assumptions. 

He blinked confused, "I was just getting some supplies to clean the classroom, they just must've forgotten about me." 

"How do they forget about you? You were right here." 

You shrugged, "I lack presence I guess. Hey, wait a minute. How did you get in here?" 

He twirled the ring of keys around his finger a few times before responding, "I have my ways." 

"Well, okay." You picked up small items that you knocked over and grabbed the broom and mop. You realized he was standing in the door way, "Uhm Miya-san?" 

"Ya-" He moved out of the way, "Oh, sorry." 

You nodded and turned to look at him, "Thank you!" You bowed the best you could while holding all your stuff and you turned to go back to your classroom but he caught up with you. 

"Here, let me hold that." 

You nodded and handed him the bucket. You wondered why he cared. He could've just left you to waddle down the hall with all your stuff but he didn't. Strange. You opened the door to the classroom, and he set the bucket on the floor. Your eyes widened, "I-I'm so sorry! That must've been so heavy!"