Worth (Miya Atsumu)

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(Y/n) was a bit alarmed, afraid of causing a fight; she decided to speak.

"Himari-San, I did not claim to be you." She squinted her eyes, seeing a glint of gold in the front of the classroom.

It didn't take that long to notice that that was Atsumu standing near the doorway.

Along with a bunch of students who decided to watch whatever was happening now.

Turning back to face her and Kita, she continues,

"The person who I gave the note to probably must've not heard me when I mentioned that it was from a classmate of mine."

Glancing back to the doorway, she sadly smiled, hoping her new friend would understand.

Atsumu caught her glance, feeling a tad bit flustered. He cleared his throat and took a step back.

Himari soon felt guilty for lashing at (Y/n). However, with Kita being here, she did not want to look defeated.

Her self-esteem was as big as a whale.

"I misread things too quickly then." She murmured. "Sorry (L/n)- San."

Himari's pleasant voice returned. Quickly, turning back to Kita.

"Sorry, but I can not accept this letter." His voice remained stern, placing the letter onto her desk.

He bowed at the two girls and left.

Himari let out an exaggerated sigh and sat back down in her seat, everyone else returning to their daily conversations and such.

"I'm sorry, Himari-San." (Y/n) could only help but feel terrible, not even caring about the whole issue that she was accused of. That was just who she was, a kind student, and a supportive friend. Even if she didn't know Himari too well.

She chuckled lightly, which confused the girl.

"I should be sorry. I'm letting a crush turn me into some rude witch. Sorry for that, uh..."

she buried her face into her hands.

(Y/n) smiled. "Don't worry about it. Guys can be a handful anyway; consider yourself fortunate." She smirks.

"I guess you're right, but you can't just sit there and tell me you don't have a crush on anyone?"

Himari was astonished.

However, after going through rejection, she didn't even seem to care; what really mattered was apologizing to (Y/n) instead, she figured.

"Have anyone in mind, other than Kita? He'd probably reject everyone..."

She sniffled, okay, maybe she was a little upset.

"I'm still a bit new around here, but maybe one day." Her e/c pupils fixated back onto the doorway, but this time, she couldn't find the setter standing there.

Kita exited the room, noticing Atsumu leaning against the wall.

"Hm? What are you doing here?" He asks.

The setter stammers, "Me? What are ya doing on the 2nd year's floor?"

Kita looks up at the ceiling. "Oh, I was telling someone that their feelings were not reciprocated."

Remaining compact as a rock, his gaze returns back to Atsumu.

"Also, the girl you mentioned didn't write the letter."

He pointed back to the classroom; however, Kita was not upset nor embarrassed. If anyone was embarrassed, it was most likely Atsumu.

"Y'don't say..? My bad." Atsumu scratched the back of his head, chuckling.

"At least yer done with it aren't ya?" He playfully punched Kita's shoulder, but he didn't move.

"Dude... yer like a rock." The male snorted, looking like he tasted candy for the first time.

The bell had rang, indicating that the last period was starting.

"Make sure to come to practice on time." Kita reminded Atsumu before leaving.

Atsumu couldn't concentrate during the last period that day. His mind was on something else.

Well, someone to be exact.

Suna and Osamu caught him various times, staring out the window or muttering pure absurdity to himself during class.

The teacher was interpreting a quote from their textbooks, and that was when Atsumu ultimately understood what was troubling him.

That moment (Y/n) glimpsed at him earlier today. He couldn't get rid of the sight. Her e/c orbs contemplating into his only for the slightest moment.

The small smile that was plastered onto her pink lips.

He had every girl fawning over him, everyone other than (Y/n), (L/n). The name still hinders in his mind. Atsumu won't forget it for a while.

"See you tomorrow (L/n)-San, and I understand if you don't want to speak with me anymore." Himari hung her head low as she was about to leave.

(Y/n) smiled gloomily, more from sympathy for Himari. "Don't say that Himari-San; I don't think it's a big deal at all."

She grinned, hoping it was enough to brighten her up.

She sighed from relief, "Hopefully, we can get to know each other more?"

"I would like that a lot."

Himari soon left, the h/c girl was now gathering up her things, she was gradually looking for any type of club activity since staying home would really result in nothing.

Slipping on her bag, she walked out the door but was promptly met when someone's back hitting her face and a bunch of squealing girls.

They turned around, and (Y/n) looked up.

"Ah, Miya-San, sorry about that." She was a bit bewildered.

"What happened to your hair?" The girl raised a brow; it was completely distinctive from before!

What happened to the golden look that made her eyes sparkled whenever she saw it?

The male replied. "Hm? What do you mean, this has always been my color? I don't think we've met."

His voice was much more reserved, and his attitude towards (Y/n) was much more definite from when they first met.

"Miya Atsumu?"

He shook his head. "Osamu."

"Oh?"