Opening the door a slender hand reaches into the microwaves pulling out a pink heart. Lifting up your shirt to tuck it beneath your chin, you pull the waistband of your sweats out sliding the heating pad down onto your abdomen.
“Sweet, sweet merciful god,” you groan out leaning against the counter. Unwrapping a Ghirardelli chocolate, you pop it into your mouth rolling the sweet across your tongue letting out a delighted moan. Resting your head onto your folded arms on the counter, you groan when a cramp hits you. Grunting you press down harder on the heated pad. Standing up you grab your Camelbak water bottle off the counter to take a drink. Feeling your pocket buzz, you bite onto the straw idly chewing on it while you pull your cell out typing in the passcode. “Son of a biscuit eater,” another cramp hits causing you to fold over in pain. Biting down hard on the straw while the cramp passes you thumb through your messages.
A “watch out,” is heard from the basketball court, glancing left you spot a basketball flying your way. Panicking you let out an ‘eek’ quickly dropping your bag of groceries you hear a jar break, “Oh shoot.” Pushing that thought aside you lift your hands to block your face from being hit.
A thud is heard as the basketball makes contact with your-wait a minute- pressing your hands against your face you notice that there is no pain. Surprised yo
Geez, this was the 67th time today. He just wouldn't stop, would he?
You are (L/N) (F/N) and you are a 1st year at Kaijou High.
You were also almost always seen with another 1st year trying to get your attention.
Kise Ryouta. That was his name. He's been doing this ever since you 'saved him' from his fangirls. AKA You were bothered by the noise they were making and 'politely' told them to shut up and leave. Which includes forcefully shoving a pack of girls out of the classroom and a deadly aura surrounding you. Apparently, this was enough to make the blonde haired boy obsessed with you and follow you around the campus like a small puppy following its owner.
You were the smartest student in your class, probably even smarter than the 3rd years. You wouldn't boast of it, as you were a quiet person. And like any 1st honor student, you were always bombarded with questions from other students asking if their answers were correct and asking if you could
"Yeah, she thinks that she's pretty."
"Ha! She's pretty alright. As pretty as the sole of my right shoe!"
A group of girls laughed as you entered the classroom. You sighed as you continued to your seat. Today was going to be another long day.
"Don't listen to them... Don't listen to them...", you silently muttered to yourself.
"Hey. She's talking to herself again!", a high-pitched voice whispered in a shout-like way. Or was it a shout in a whisper-y way? All you know was they were trying so hard to make you hear them. "What a freak!"
Cue the laughs. You impatiently looked at your watch. There were 10 minutes left before class started. You wished that you didn't go to school early.
It was finally recess. Letting out a sigh of relief, you hurried to your boyfriend's classroom. The thought of him made you smile. Alas, the hurtful totally-not-whispers continued even outside the classr
"Akashi-kun. I have to get home. If you want something, make it quick." Unfazed, the red haired teen didn't move and his gaze didn't waver. You weren't sure, but it seemed as if he was thinking of something to say. This silence lasted for a minute, it was kind of sickening. It ate away at you, making you impatient until you decided to speak. You opened your mouth to do so, before being interrupted by Akashi's voice.
"(f/n)." Silence again… It was becoming irritating now.
"Akashi?" You questioned, putting a lot of annoyance into your tone. You were a bit surprised by what he said next
The sky blue-haired boy looked behind and saw you. You quickly approached him. With a blank face, he said, "Is there something wrong, ______?"
You shook your head and smiled. "I just missed you!"
"Oh?" Although his face was blank, you knew he was smiling inside. You've learned how to read someone as unpredictable as he is. Especially since he had been your boyfriend for almost a year.
"Hmm? You don't seem happy to see me..." You pouted.
He smiled. "I'm actually very happy to see yo--"
Before the quiet boy could even finish his sentence, you grabbed his hand and ran off. "Good to hear!!!"
You ran past your fellow schoolmates, through the school's front entrance, and finally out the gates. Not slowing down, you continued to the plaza, where most of the shops were. You dismissed every confused look given to you by the onlookers.
"We're finally here!~" You gleefully exclaimed to your boyfriend. Waiting for a reply, you wondered if he actually wa