Respect (Sakusa x Reader) - DICONTINUED

Spiteful

 It was coming to the last few days of training camp, the past few days have been annoying to say the least, you fully regret at seducing the boys to telling the girls about your wavering feelings for a particular boy.

Currently eating peacefully in the cafeteria after your morning run, there some of the girls and some of the boys from the other team can't help but to chat and make a ruckus right where you're sitting.

Annoyed and quite frankly at the end of your tether you get up from breakfast with tray in hand, the table shudders from the forceful vibrations, everyone stops watching as you make your way towards the washing station. Some of the boys sweat as pure annoyance drips from your very soul, the girls look away knowing its best to just let you simmer.

Just as you are washing the final plate off from your tray a force sways you to the side, a pin drops looking up at the fucker that had the audacity to bump shoulders with you is none other than the very person that you're trying to get out of your head.

His blacked out eyes scorn yours, his furrowed angry brows twitch as the perfectly slicked back curls stick to his forehead, sweat drips from his jaw. Sakusa has just returned from a run and is now heading towards the showers when he suddenly, maybe purposely walked into you.

Glaring at him with daggers protruding from your corneas he too glares at you like a murder between the two of you is about to go down and that everyone in the cafeteria should leave you the fuck alone as no one wants to die today.

The corners of his mouth rise as he continues looking down at you.

"Get out of my way from me, germ." Dropping the plate into the sink water splashes the sides and the ends of your shirt. Looking at him like a mad man you watch as he continues on with his day.

What an absolute prick.

"What the fuck is he on?!" You whisper quietly to yourself flabbergasted that the shithead has the audacity to name you a germ of all things.

Thinking things would get better throughout the day you pick up where you left off and continue washing up. Coughs and small chatter rise up once again as you exit the large room as well.

Things didn't get better.

It got worse.

Much. Much. Much worse.

Itachiyama is on fire today or rather a certain player is. An ace that before wouldn't give two shits about winning or losing or that he just destroyed the opponent but today is a contradictory of that. He's purposely taking advantage of rash spikers, easily provoked setters and the weak walls of the middle blockers to his advantage. Today he's being mean.

Cruel is a better word to describe him. Thankful that Nekoma girls team are exempted from the cruel play as per request of you they need a much needed break on the intensive matches and work on their individual plays. Sitting on the sidelines as you watch him spike another point for the team.

Your phone buzzes against your thigh, flipping it open to multiple texts from the cat and the owl. They had just finished their last match of the day, and apparently due to Bokuto's advice Hinata learnt new techniques and they helped more members of their team connect to volleyball. It takes idiots to inspire idiots, you think. Not watching as Sakusa clicks his tongue purposely hitting the ball bouncing off the forearms of the opponent heading only straight towards you.

The fierce ball spins colliding with your forehead, dropping your phone, falling backwards nearly missing the hard corners of the edge of the seat behind you.

Stars and black dots unfocus in your eyes as suddenly as it came the shock drains leaving only but pain. Huffing and groaning, tears welling up and something warm and wet dribbling from your nose.

"Ahhh. Oh my god, Y/n-senpai!" The first cry for help is none other than the baby of Shiratorizawa, Goshiki. You watch as his face drops from concern pulling you up into a sitting position, coaches as other players crowd you but in the gaps of some you see a wide eyed Sakusa.

That's it.

Standing up as many tell you to sit back down, walking down the stairs as many follow after you lecturing you to go to the nurse, heading to the very person who spiked a canon to your face as many gulp from the sheer fury radiating from your core.

You stand before him, blood streaming down your face dripping onto the red jersey and some on the wooden flooring, tears uncontrollably releasing down to the paths of hell as you wipe and pinch your nose. Sakusa stills as your very bloodied palm caresses his face, you watch as the whites of his eyes enlarge, he shivers beneath your very touch as you paint his face with the blood of your fury.

"Well done, you just gave up any chance of having me."

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I'm alive!!! Next chapter will be spoken in Sakusa's POV