𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜|| 𝔪. 𝔞𝔱𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔲

𝘗𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥 || 01

You opened up the gym doors and entered, your clubmates not too far behind. 

"Man who would've thought our school had an actual gym in here!" The girl ran up to an elliptical and began setting her things down. The girls looked around amazed before they saw the equipment they wanted to use. You walked over to the treadmill and turned it on to a low setting. As the vice president of the Martial Arts club, you too had to keep in shape no matter how much you hated it. 

Today you were in a really cranky mood, your dad mistook your lunch money for his gas money. So you were running off of whatever was left of your breakfast. You increased the speed along with the volume of your music when a small tap took you out of your zone. 

You hummed signaling you were listening. "C-can we leave Y/N-chan?" You raised your brow questioning as to why. "Well the boy's volleyball team is here and we feel kinda uncomfortable." You stop dead in your tracks and quickly turned off the treadmill. If your girls were uncomfortable then you would most definitely leave.

"Alright, let's take a break get some air, and go home." You wiped your hands off and walked towards the door but your felt your foot hit something and the feeling of your shoe getting wet.

"Oh, I'm so sorry dude. Let me go buy you another one." You picked up his water bottle and went to hand it to him when you noticed his face was scarlet red and his eyes were focused elsewhere.

"Perv." You threw his water bottle back onto the ground. The room was tense. Your club members knew it was best not to fuck with you especially when you're hungry. And the boy's volleyball team knew Atsumu was a pain in the ass. 

"Well, ain't you supposed to buy me a new one." He looked down at you trying to intimidate you. " And I thought yer momma raised ya better." When angry both of your strong Kasai accents come out. It was even worse for you seeing as you were from the southern states. 

"What the hell are ya talking about. My momma raised me right." You rolled your eyes. "Sure she did. If that were true then why were ya look at my tits!" His face turned a new shade of red, you had just embarrassed him severely and he had to defend himself. 

"Maybe if you didn't dress like a slut I wouldn't be lookin', " he scoffed looking away seeing as he had struck a nerve in you. You balled up your fist and turned around. "What did you say pisshead." You walked up to him invading his personal space. You were going to teach this asshole a lesson. It felt like too wild animals about to fight for dominance, the gym was quiet. 

"I said maybe if you didn't dress like a-" the sound of the door opening caught your attention. "Ah, sorry about that boys. I got stuck in traffic. Let's go play ball." Their coach left the room followed by the rest of the team. Atsumu walked away but stopped at the door, "Looks like I got the last word~." He left the gym closing the door behind him. 

You balled up your fist and punched the closest thing next to you, which just so happened to be a punching bag. With one swift punch, the bag came toppling down. The next time you saw that pisshaired freak you were going to kill him. 

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"Don't you think you went a little too far Atsumu?" He simply chuckled at his twin's question. "Someone had to take her off her high horse. The runt had it coming." He smirked walking into the gymnasium. " And I have a feeling she about to take you off yours," Osamu muttered as he walked behind him.