Worth (Miya Atsumu)

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"Kita-San, there was this girl out there talking with Atsumu. Do you think that's why he's late every day?"

Akagi called out, tying his shoelaces.

"Oi! Don't jump to conclusions too quickly, n' Kita, some girl wanted to give this to you."

Atsumu stretches out his arm, passing his captain the envelope.

"N' I'm not late every day, y'know?"

The gray-haired male wasted no time in opening it, reading it bluntly aloud. He mumbled the first bit; however, his voice was clear as glass the moment he read. "Would you like to go out with me?"

No expression changed on his face.

"Wow, that's like your 7th one this week already."

Suna Rintaro pointed over his shoulder.

"You're going to say yes?"

"I don't know who wrote this; there's no name on it."

Atsumu felt a light bulb turn on at the top of his head.

"This girl (L/n) gave me the note. I'm not sure if it's from her and dunno much about her; she's a new student here, though."

"Surprised, she wasn't here for you." Osamu's voice was the same as ever.

"I'd probably go be her friend right now. Thank god she isn't a fangirl."

"Would ya shut up? You make it seem like you're insulting me."

Atsumu fake cried, but his twin did not show any sort of pity.

"That's because I am."

Aran interrupted the twins' bickering. "Are you sure it's really from her? Did she say anything else before handing it to you?"

Atsumu sat there quietly for a moment.

"Nope."

The next day, Kita was walking on the 2nd year floor during lunch period, and most students were confused as to why he was there.

"Ne, (L/n)-San, did you give the envelope to Kita-Kun?" A girl with chocolate brown hair asked, teary-eyed.

The humble girl nodded.
(Y/n) met this girl, Himari not too long ago; they ended being seated next to each other in class.

"A boy who goes by Miya Atsumu said he'd give it to him." She quietly took a sip from her bottle.

The slightly energetic girl gasped. "Atsumu? Woah, I can't believe you spoke with him." Himari fakes a faint.

"Oh? Is he well known?" (Y/n) tilts her head a bit.

"He's literally the school's most skilled setter on the volleyball team!" Himari's eyes twinkled.

Sometimes (Y/n) felt a bit confused when it came to Himari. It was like she expected her to know everyone from school already.

This was why she was hesitant at first at agreeing to give the love letter to Kita.

"I see..."

A few minutes of valuable free time went by when a certain team captain entered (Y/n)'s and Himari's classroom.

"Is there an (L/n) in here?" He quietly says, holding that same note from yesterday.

A classmate of her's nodded and pointed in her direction. Kita thanks the person and makes his way, ignoring the glances and whispers.

Himari almost choked once she saw Kita standing in front of you.

"Sorry if I am interrupting, you must be (L/n)-San, about this letter -"

(Y/n) raised a brow but was pushed over by Himari.

"Oh, you must be mistaken! Y-You see, I wrote that letter."

An irk mark appeared on her forehead, angry at the h/c girl who was now on the floor getting back up.

Her current thought consisted of (L/n) claiming to be the person who wrote the letter.

His mouth made an o shape. "Oh, are you (L/n)?"

Himari sweatdropped, "No, I'm Himari. I-I realized I did not write my name on the letter." She apprehensively chuckles.

"I'm sorry, but the letter was delivered by someone who goes by (L/n)?" He bluntly responds.

Oh, how Himari had lost it.

"Are you kidding me? I asked her to give it to you." She admits.

"Now she's pretending to be me?" Himari faults (Y/n), glaring daggers at the girl.

The classroom went silent, and all everyone could hear was Himari's rant.

"Did ya hear that?" Atsumu chirps in as Osamu and Suna eat their lunch.

Their classroom was on the opposite side of (Y/n)'s.

"Are you sick?" Suna asks with a deadpan expression.

"What?! Can ya not hear some chick in the room next door? She's practically yelling."

He covers his ears a little bit too dramatically.

"I'm gonna go see," Atsumu mumbles a hint of excitement in his voice.

"And yet you just looked like you were tired of hearing it just a second ago." Osamu takes a bite from his onigiri as Suna snickers.

"Shut yer trap!"

Atsumu made his way to room 212, but his eyes widened when he saw the sight before him.

The girl he had met earlier yesterday was getting yelled at by some other girl. Her voice sounded like the annoying screech, like the way he heard it all the way from his room.

"I wrote the letter Kita-Kun, not (L/n)."

The setter's pupils expanded by 50%. He finally recalls the "conversation" he had with (Y/n) yesterday.

"I'm not sure who the captain of the volleyball team is, but a classmate of mine asked me to deliver this note to-"

"But, a classmate of mine."

"A classmate of mine."

"Oops..." he muttered under his breath