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Atsumu miya
Today was one of those days, it was hard to get out of bed. My whole body was sore and covered in bruises my dad was mad last night, Osamu was at Suna’s because he said he didn’t want to be seen walking with a loser to school. This was just normal now, I had to get up quickly though otherwise my mother would tell my dad and I would be in even more pain. I rushed to the bathroom to cover my bruises and eye bags and I heard my mother leave the house and that meant I had 3 minutes to be out the door and walking, I ran down the stair and grabbed my bag. It was so fucking heavy because of all Osamu’s books and homework. I ran out the front door and saw my mother standing in the driveway. “Hurry up you fucking useless child” I nodded and started walking to school, it was like a 45-minute walk but I wasn’t allowed in their cares, so I always had to walk places.
Time skip to at school.
I finally got to school and my whole body was aching in pain, but I had to get Osamu’s stuff to his locker before class. I was walking so fast and not paying attention when I ran into Sakusa Kiyoomi one of the scariest kids in our school, everyone hated me, but Sakusa really hated me, I never knew why but I didn’t question it because I was used to it. “Watch where you are going Miya, dumbass” Sakusa slightly yelled, I nodded though, I wasn’t going to try and speak because that always got me into more trouble than out of it. I quickly got up and ran to Osamu’s locker and put all his stuff in there than left as fast as possible. I had English first, so I walked to the classroom early and sat in the back of the classroom, I had top grades in English, so I didn’t really need to pay attention in the class. I folded my arms on the desk and let my head fall into them.
This was one of the classes that I could get sleep, I heard the bell ring and I just stayed in my comfy spot and started to fall asleep while listening to the kids file into the classroom.
Sakusa kiyoomi
Atsumu fucking Miya an annoying fake blond that everyone hated, especially me. Atsumu had the perfect life always good grades and a good home life, from what I’ve heard from Osamu. I was just minding my business and walking to my locker when the blond ran into me and fell straight on to the floor. “Watch where you are going Miya, dumbass” I said pretty angry that he had bumped into me. He just nodded and ran towards the other lockers. I walked to my locker to grab the things for my first and second period, I share all my classes with atsumu, well all accept my electives. The bell rang and I walked straight to my class just to see Atsumu sleeping in the back corner of the room, I don’t understand how it’s fair that he can sleep but I can’t be bothered to complain to the teacher about it. I sat down at the table next to him because the teacher never asks me questions when I sit at the back of the classroom. The yellow tuft of hair was facing me while his face was toward the wall.
As the lesson started, I took down a few notes and just listened to her ramble about something, I think it was how important grammar is or something like that. I started to lose focus because she just kept rambling on, I then found myself looking atsumu, he had turned to face me now and I could see his face. Instead of most when they sleep, he looked, terrified of something. He would randomly keep flinching and shaking, it was like he was having a nightmare or something like that. I kept looking at atsumu out of the corner of my eye while trying to pay attention to the lesson again.
The lesson just ended and Atsumu hadn’t moved, I was just going to leave him there, but the teacher asked me to wake him up, even though I hated him I still wanted to be a good student, so I followed that teacher’s instructions and woke the sleeping boy up. I lightly tapped the boy and he suddenly jolted awake and started apologising, “I’m sorry please don’t hurt me”. He kept saying sorry while packing up his things and then left, I stood there alone for a moment, that wasn’t the Atsumu that I normally see or hear about, there was something wrong.
Atsumu Miya
God fucking dammit atsumu why did you apologise so much now he probably thinks you are a fucking weirdo and will probably tell all his friends. I had to run to my next classes to make it in time, this class was math, and I was also really good at math, but I couldn’t risk sleeping again so I grabbed out my old phone and went on Spotify. Music was really my only escape from the world, it was the only thing I could do to block out the loud thoughts and memories of my parents. I put on wish you were sober by Conan Gray and started to draw, I love drawing and I think I’m pretty good at it, I was so focused on my drawing that I didn’t realise that there was someone standing Infront of me, when I looked up jumped seeing an unfamiliar but familiar face. It was Oikawa Tooru one of the most popular kids at the school, I’d never even talked to him, so I was surprised to see him looking at me. “Hey, you’re Atsumu right? Osamu’s brother” The brunet spoke. “Hah, yea I don’t know if he would like ya calling me that but yes, we are blood related” I nearly laughed if Osamu had of heard that he was called my brother he would have flipped a switch. “Oh well umm, anyways, I saw your drawing and it is amazing, and I always see you alone so I wanted to aske, do you want to be friends?"