THIRD POV

"Good luck."

Atsumu blushed and rubbed his nape with a smile, "Ah, shucks. You make me blush, Y/n. Thank you."

"Don't get overconfident just because of that, you look lame," Osamu rolled his eyes and Suna nodded in agreement as he scrolled through his phone.

The blonde stuck his tongue out to Osamu, "Yer just snappy because I get to go to camp and ya don't 'Samu. Now throw a tantrum already or something!"

"Clod," Osamu scoffed and went back to the court.

"What did you-," Atsumu was cut off when Suna gave him a sassy look.

The dark brunette raised a brow at him, "Can you, like, not? You make me cringe."

"If ya don't like it then go away for all I care! None of you are considerate of my feelings," The omelette head fake sniffled.

Y/n frowned, "Hey, that was a joke right?"

"Y/n!" He whined and frowned.

The girl sweatdropped as Osamu and Suna just gave her a look that said 'Please deal with his ass'.

"Atsumu, let's get you ready," She said and put her things away.

Kita appeared behind Y/n and leaned close to her neck— he saw a light bruise. The girl manager raised a brow as Shinsuke rested his soft hand on it, stroking it lightly. 

"What the hell is this?" He calmly asked.

Atsumu, Osamu, and Suna were confused as Kita turned Y/n around. He looked at her deeply— she almost couldn't breathe under his pressuring gaze.

"Oh..uh...," She panicked internally. There was no way in hell she would tell him the reason for it.

Atsumu had been unconsciously snuggling and lightly sucking on her neck when he had asked her to sleep with him. It was weird and uncomfortable for her, but she let it pass anyway (she's afraid that if she jolts and twitches under the blonde's hold, she would wake him up from his power sleeps). She made sure to rub alcohol on it for at least 20 times though. 

Kita crossed his arms, "Y/n. Who did that to you?"

"What? What do you mean?" The girl played dumb, "Oh— this? I accidentally fell from my bed and hit my neck. But it's fine now."

Kita wasn't convinced, but he let it drop, ".....Alright. Go on and help Atsumu get on the bus safely. His ride is waiting."

She nodded and made eye contact with the blonde who followed her outside.

"Make sure to return fast," Osamu waved his hand and Suna did the same with a blank face.

She sweatdropped and waved back before completely turning her attention to the omelette head.

As they walk, Y/n couldn't help but feel awkward at the stares at her back. Those girls were irritating but she kept calm. Her focus right now is to Atsumu, she just needs him to make sure everything is settled before he goes to the camp for a week.

"Y/n, can I have my good luck kiss?" Atsumu teasingly requested as he leaned on the bus with his arms crossed, facing her with a cute smirk.

"Eh..?" She stopped breathing.

He laughed and stood straight, uncrossing his arms, "Pfft, yer face is cute when ya get teased at! I'm just kid—"

His eyes widened when Y/n got on her tip toes, supported herself with her hands on the blonde's chest and softly placed her lips on his neck. She pulled back with a slight frown.

"Aw, I can't reach your face," She mumbled and stood up properly, craning her neck to look at Atsumu whose soul seemed to have left his body but displayed a bright red face.

Her head tilted to the side, "Huh? What's wrong? Did I do it wrong? I'm so—"

Atsumu put on his serious expression and gripped both her shoulders, surprising her, "When I come back, ya need to do that again. Okay?"

She just nodded confused with slightly wide eyes as he turned away and got inside the bus. He stiffly sat at a vacant seat as he tried to not look at his manager. If he did look— there's no doubt that he won't be able to leave. Not when he's unsatisfied with just a kiss on the neck.

He can't help but want more. And he will, as soon as the camp ends.

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Day 1 

"Oh god, her hair looks awful."

"I know right?? Like, who even styles their hair like that? It's so plain— and that half fringe makes me cringe."

"She thinks it gives off mysterious vibes doesn't she? Covering an eye— holy shit?? What if she styled it like that so our volleyball boys would touch them or something?"

"God! What an attention whore, hahaha!"

The high pitched girls laughed and continued gossiping about Y/n who was peacefully doing her assignments on her seat. She sighed, she missed Suna and Osamu. Too bad she had to move to a higher class than them. Then there's break time— no way she was going to let them visit her room when they should be using it for their own time. And so she had told them not to or they would be having extra laps in early morning practice. Her case is that she's unavailable, being in a higher class meant more school works and she needed to get them done early so she can work on game strategies for the coach, and statistics of her players.

The busy girl continued doing her calculus and tuned out the negative energy around her.

Day 2 

"What a loserrr."

Bunch of girls laughed when they saw Y/n slip and bruise formed on both her knees from the impact on the hard tiled floor. They had poured liquid detergent mixed with water and green food coloring— it was a plan they thought of after PE class. Make her slip and stain her clothes with sticky green colored liquid detergent after she had changed.

She just remained silent and fixed herself after the girls had exited the girls' locker room.

Day 3

"Look at the whore. Completely vulnerable just because she got separate classes from our boys."

"Yeah, it makes me really happy that they aren't around anymore to waste their time watching over her."

"I know righttt."

Y/n felt empty and hopeless when she saw her returned test papers battered and ripped, and her desk designed with atrocious words about the boys' volleyball team and scratches.

She wondered how she'll explain the situation to the teachers' when they see the false information on her desk.

Day 4 

"Shit look— she's closing her other eye. It's not like it's illegal to move her fringe away right?"

"Hold her down tighter. I'll use this bleach real quick."

"Are you seriously going to bleach her hair here in the janitor's closet?"

"Yeah, why not? It's only fair to use a waste of bleach on a waste of a person. Plus I bet she won't even look good with it."

"Ugh fine."

The two girls gripped separate of Y/n's arms as the one in front stirred the purple looking bleach in a container. She smiled maliciously as she started to mindlessly and harshly waste it on her hair. With occasional kicks on the stomach when Y/n twitched from every swipe of the substance on her virgin hair.

"Idiot! That's not how you bleach! You literally bleach from roots to the tip??"

"Shut up, you're not the one doing shit."

"That's a really bright blonde color. She'll look awful with it hahaha!"

Y/n was silent but shaking uncontrollably. 

Germs....their germs....dusty floors and walls......unsafe bleaching..

"Aw look! She's crying! Hahaha!"

The girl who had bleached her hair threw the empty container and brush in a plastic bag. She grinned mischievously and took out scissors.

"Hey, you don't mind if we cut your hair, right? The bleach wasn't enough to turn your awfully long hair into complete bright blonde. I'll just cut the half black part, okay?"

Her tone was sarcastic as she neared Y/n who was feeling tingly and cold. Her sense of hearing felt blocked, eyes blurry and white, breaths cold, nose and feet became numb but felt like blunt needles were poking them.

Before she had even cut it, the door opened to reveal the janitor who just stared with a dumbfounded.

"Oi! What do you think you're doing?!"

The girls squealed naughtily and ran out of the closet with showers of jokes and bad words towards the janitor. He frowned and looked at Y/n with pity, a sigh escaped his lips as he just took the mop and left her alone without even bothering to offer help or ask if she was fine.

Day 5

Yesterday was shit for Y/n. She was forced to stay in the dark closet for half an hour, hair felt stingy because of the bleach, feeling overwhelming disgust because of the dirty floor and dusty smell, difficulty in breathing. After that, she just ran home— when she reached her room she texted Kita saying that she needs to work on numerous projects and that she was unavailable for after school practice.

Here she is now. In front of her mirror with scissors. The upper half of his long hair were colored bright but pale blonde, her fringe included, the lower half aprt of her hair were colored jet black. She wanted to cut all of her hair so bad, but she couldn't.

Instead she broke down in tears and tightly gripped the scissors' sharp sides, taking long to realize that her palms and fingers were feeling shit. She accidentally jolted at the sight and so she made a slightly long slice on her left palm.

With her heart aching, she willed herself to think positively and just wished next week would be alright. When she attends school she would be able to see how happy Atsumu reports regarding his 7 days training camp, and she'll keep silent about the 5 days of shit she had been through in a short period of time.

It was okay, though, She thought. Y/n still had Saturday and Sunday to repair herself.

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