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"Oh hey. Uh her? That's (L/N) she's new. She's kind of scary though, I heard she had to leave her last school because she made a teacher cry so bad, they quit."
"I heard that she spent the last year in juvie. I think she's kinda cool though, she doesn't put up with anything."
"No. No. No, everyone knows that the real story is that last year the new girl was in Tokyo trying to pursue a career as a Cam Girl. I mean have you seen her?"
"I saw her light a cigarette in class… and put it out on the teacher's desk"
"I wish she'd punch me in the face"
You were the type of girl who probably would punch someone in the face. But not if they wanted you to. That's pathetic, and takes all the fun out of punching. Plus the pervs could at least pay you to do it. You're not going to do crap for free.
Like now.
There you are, with Miya Atsumu's tounge down your throat, your hands tangled in his hair as the stench of beer engulfs your senses.
This has to be the weirdest 10,000 yen you've ever made.
But let's take a step back.
There's a few things that must be clarified
- Miya Atsumu has long since been known as a terrible flirt.
A week or so before you had ever even heard the name 'Miya Atsumu' was the night of some third year’s party, a first year girl, Saito Rika, stood in the corner of the kitchen fuming.
She watches as a boy and girl make out on a dusty yellow colored couch. Not a week earlier, Rika was in that girl's very shoes. Well not literally, Rika knew that Fukuro Mio had huge feet and wore ugly clod stompers, which she would never be caught dead in.
No, instead it was her who was kissing Miya Atsumu the week prior. Of course, Rika didn't know that guys like Miya were never actually looking for a girlfriend. She had thought she was special, He had made her feel special. And she had believed that they had a real connection. So it was gut wrenching for the young girl to watch as her crush forgot about the moment they shared as he swapped spit with Bigfoot.
Fueled by the rage of a broken heart, Rika acted before she could think things through. She clutches the beer can in her hand and marches towards them. They do not even notice her approach until she throws her drink onto the fake blonde. Fukuro recoils in horror as soon as she feels the beer splash on her. Atsumu gasps, now soaked in the liquor.
Rika, tears filling her eyes, shouts, “Miya Atsumu you're such a pig!”
“What the hell!?” Fukuro screeches, even though she didn't bear the brunt of the attack, she was certainly more angry about it. She stood up and towered over Rika.
The small blonde was by no means intimidated though, instead she yelled back, “You know he doesn't even like you right!?” Why would he ever like someone like Fukuro when he had told Rika she was the most beautiful girl he had ever met and that she was just his type. Rika was his type, not Fukuro.
The taller girl glowered at the blonde girl with utter disdain. “Oh and what? He likes you?” The taller girl spat, those words made Rika recoil just a bit. She had to remind herself that he had to. That she was special. But suddenly she didn't feel so special anymore. She was now hyper aware of all the eyes that had turned to watch the scene now. “Why? Because he kissed you once? News flash kid, he probably doesn't even know your name.”
The girls and just about everyone else look at Atsumu who is trying to dry his shirt in vain. Rika looks at him expectantly, begging him to prove Fukuro wrong.
He doesn't.
Instead he gives her a lost look before he says, “I'm sorry…” Rika’s face falls, and the tears are now streaming down her face. Mortified, she turns and runs out of the party.
- Miya Atsumu was an arrogant egotistical jerk
Three days before you even knew Miya Atsumu existed, the fake blonde sits slumped over his desk as his twin brother and their friend, Suna Rintaro eat lunch in their classroom.
“Shuddup.” Atsumu tells his brother, squinting at the silver haired twin in disgust.
“Serious, I bet that's the real reason you've never had a girlfriend. Because ya know they'd leave yer ass once they find out yer an egotistical tyrant.” Osamu tells him.
“Yer acting like I care about that crap. ‘M just focusin on Volleyball is all.” The blonde defends himself. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Suna roll his eyes as his fingers tap away on his phone screen “Ya got somethin to say Sunarin?”
“Nope. Nothin at all…” Suna doesn't bother looking up from his phone.
Atsumu lets out a huff, “Right, you and Samu are just jealous cause I have more fans than any of ya. And for good reason too.” Atsumu crosses his arms and sits back, purposely trying to look smug.
A laugh escapes Osamu as he tries to cover it up with a cough. Meanwhile Suna finally sets down his phone to stare at the fake blonde, “Wow. You really got us Atsumu. We're so jealous.”
“The first step is admitting it.” Atsumu tells him.
“Yup, so jealous, I wish I had girls throw their drinks on me and get me thrown out of parties because I blew through them too fast. Instead I've been doing this weird thing where I actually get to know them. I hear Suna's been trying it out too. Huh, maybe that's why we both have had 5 times as many girlfriends as you Tsumu.”Osamu says
“Hey. Listen, just cause I never had a quote un quote, girlfriend, does not mean anything. If we're gonna be like that, there have been plenty of girls. They just never last.”
“Cause ya always got a reason not to date any of em. It's always she doesn't know who Ivan Zaytsev is, she doesn't share her food, bleh bleh bleh ” Osamu says in a poor imitation of his brother's voice.
“I don't sound like that!”
“That's you, spot on.”
“I don't talk like that.”
“A little bit.” Suna agrees with the silver haired twin. “Bet you couldn't keep a girlfriend for a month, Hell I'd even bet 10,000 yen.”
- Miya Atsumu needed to be taken down a peg
A day before you met Miya Atsumu you were approached in the school’s courtyard during lunch. Two boys followed by a petite blonde stood before you expectantly as you ate last night’s leftover rice from your bento box.
“Need help?” You asked, making one of the boys flinch. Perhaps he had heard one too many rumors about you.
“Yes, in fact we do,” the other boy answered, he resembled the girl with them, blonde and skinny.
You place your chopsticks back into your bento and slip the box into your school bag, “Interesting. Well, good luck with that.” You comment on his predicament as you stand up and begin walking away. It felt like ever since you transferred to this dumb place, you haven't known a moments peace. Even now as you walk away you can hear these loser’s scurry after you.
“Hey, wait up.” The blonde boy calls after you, grabbing your wrist, stopping you from leaving.
You turn to look down at your captured wrist, and then up at him, armed with a death glare. “Three.” You start, making their eyes widen, “Two!” You growl and the boy gets the hint and releases you.
“Sorry. Listen, just for like five minutes. I swear.” He says holding his hands up in a show of good faith that he will not make the mistake of touching you again. You don't say anything, instead you continue to glare at the group. But, you don't make any sudden movements so the boy takes it as permission to continue talking, “I'm Saito Ryouma, this is my sister Rika and my friend Heiji Makoto.”
Heiji looks like he's about to piss himself and Rika continues to stand just behind her brother, arms crossed like this whole interaction was a huge inconvenience for her. Which is odd because, you're the one being bothered here.
Ryouma claps a hand on Rikas shoulder as he continues talking, “Now ya see Rika here, she's a first year, sweet girl, real pretty. But there's this guy. Huge asshole and he went and broke poor Rika’s heart.”
“And I care why?” You ask
Heiji decides to speak up, “Well you're known around here as-”
“Was I talking to you!?” You snap at the boy, making him instantly clam up. You turn your attention back to the blonde, He seems like the ringleader here and you didn't want to waste your time gossiping with his lackeys.
Ryouma clears his throat and continues, “The point is that he does this to a lot of girls, he makes out with them at parties but pretends they don't exist the next day at school. He needs to be taught a lesson we thought you'd be the perfect girl to do it.”
You say nothing, you continue glaring, a cold dead stare that pierces through them. They say nothing either, the two boys too nervous.
“I heard ya broke Ozaio Satori's finger because he tried to grope you last week.” Rika pipes up
You don't dignify the rumor with a response. Instead you turn back to the ring leader, “So you, what, want me to go out with this guy? You think I'm such a crazy bitch that he'll piss his pants like your buddy over there and get scared straight?”
Ryouma sighs, “I don't want to just scare Miya, I want to humiliate him like he did to my sister. You don't seem like the type of girl to fall for his crap so you're perfect for the job. And I don't care what you do during the relationship but by the end I want Miya Atsumu to feel just as heartbroken and embarrassed as poor Rika was when he strung her along.”
You raise a brow, almost impressed with the venom in Ryouma’s voice as he talks about revenge. It's interesting sure, but you have no reason to waste any more time on these people. And you tell them just that, giving a slow clap, “Wow. Give it up everyone for brother of the year. Woo hoo. Only one problem, I don't care. So, what makes you think I would do any of this? Out of the goodness of my heart? Because gals gotta stick together?”
“I'll pay you. 10,000 yen”
- You were the only girl in all of Inarizaki able to get the job done
When you were little and you used to visit your grandmother at her home in Hyogo, you would always watch the foxes that ran about on her property. Your mother always warned you to not go near them in case one bit you.
But your grandmother never gave you any reason to think that was true. She even befriended one enough to feed it from the palm of her hand.
You once asked her how one would go about taming a fox.
She told you to try talking to them and imitating their sounds. Warning you that not all foxes liked being touched or petted. And that the key was to learn their personality and adjust your interactions accordingly.
Miya Atsumu, from what you could tell, was like a fox.
A mischievous glint in his eye, he was cunning. You could tell by watching him interact with others. He was the predator surrounded by the dumb little prey.
You hated him already. But you've done worse for less cash.
So on the night you would first meet Miya Atsumu, you began your fox hunt by studying him from across the room of the stupid party that you had been told he would be at that night.
He traveled in a pack, surrounded by a small group of other boys, a solo cup of beer in his hand. He looked over the room as one of his friends spoke to him. He was undoubtedly looking for a girl to spend the party with, you suspected. His honey brown eyes scanned the room before falling on you.
You wore a black low cut tank top that showed off your assets and had propped yourself up against the far wall, beer can in your hand. He looks at you with a stare that would make other girls weak in the knees, slightly tilting his head to the side, sizing you up. You feign an interested look, even giving the boy a shy smirk which he returns. You then seal the deal by pushing yourself off of the wall and walking out of the room.
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Suna had leaned over, closer to Atsumu so he could be heard over the music, “If you're really serious about the bet, just hurry up and pick a girl already.”
“Alright. Alright. I am, I just can't pick just anyone you know.” The blonde had already been scanning the room when his eyes landed on a new face. You weren't someone he usually saw at these kinds of things, in fact you stuck out like a sore thumb standing off to the side of the room, all alone. And you were looking straight at him.
Atsumu was no stranger to girls looking at him. But the intense stare you gave him was different. In fact it made the hair on the back of his neck stand straight up. Your eyes were chilling, like you demanded his attention. Like you were challenging him. The blonde twin, not one to back down, stares back. He hears his brother point out some other girl but he ignores them when your expression suddenly changes at the flip of a switch, your eyes much softer as your lips curl up. Before Atsumu could think to counter in your silent battle you leave the room.
You've got him. Hook. Line. And sinker. He follows after.
“Hey, ya know it's impolite ta’ stare.” His breath tickles the cuff of your ear as he leans over your shoulder from behind you. He had followed you out to the main living room area where dozens of party goers all congregated into a huge dancing mass. You had B lined it to the keg in the corner when the blonde joined you.
Now, the whispering in your ear tactic is such a sleazy move, and you know he probably uses the excuse that he just wants to be heard over the music. You want to wretch.
Instead you turn around to greet him, taking a step back as you do so to put some distance between the two of you. “Who? Me?” You asked innocently, “I don't think I know what you're talking about.”
“Hmm. Shame, here I thought you must've had a crush on me or somethin.” Atsumu says taking a step towards you as he reaches out to grab a lock of your hair and twirl it in his finger. He grinned like the fox finally cornering their quarry.
You can't help but scoff at the accusation. You take a drink out of your can as you watch his smug face become taken aback by your unspoken denial.
The guy really was full of himself. Still, you had a job to do so you guessed putting your pride aside for one night was doable.
“Oof, don't do me like that. Yer gonna go and hurt my pride. I mean yer probably the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, honestly just my type. Say, I like yer dialect, where ya from?”
The fake smile slithers it's way back onto your face. You begin to giggle as you rest a hand onto his chest, like doing so is the only thing keeping you up as you let out your ditzy laugh. In reality, it's the last barrier of space between the two of you. “You know, all over really. Moved around a lot. Lived in the city for a while but, the Hyogo prefecture has always felt like home.”
“Well, we are happy yer finally home.” He flashes you a smile. You fake a laugh. “Now tell me city girl, ya really don't gotta crush on me?”
“I'm sorry, you're kinda cute… I guess” you say in a giggle, putting on your best innocent shy girl act “I just… you know heard things about you.”
Atsumu’s eyes widen, “Things? What things?”
“Oh the most awful things.” you answer, “You have a reputation for being quite the player. Miya A-tsu-mu~” you sing out the syllables of his name.
The fake blonde gasps, “Player? The only thing I've ever played is volleyball.”
“Cute and funny.”
With that comment, Atsumu's eyes flick down towards your lips. And you are reminded just how close the two of you are to each other right now. His honey brown eyes darken with a look that you are intimately familiar with.
It's the look guys get after a couple of beers. It's the look that they get when they walk you to the door but don't want to go home. It's the look that they get twenty minutes into a movie they had no plans on actually watching in the first place. It's the look in a foxes eyes when it's about to bite. He leans down and cups your face and you find yourself leaning in to close the distance as his lips collide with yours.
The kiss is a continuation of your conversation in a way, another game of cat and mouse. Except now you're both the hungry cat, convinced the mouse is inside the other person's mouth. You drop the faux innocent act, you weren't all that good at it anyway. Your hands find their way into his hair and your fingers tangle themselves in his dyed locks as you pull him closer towards you. You feel him step forward, backing you into the wall as the kiss deepens.
Like you said. The weirdest 10,000 yen you've ever made