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─── oc introduced:
Nakamura
After being interrogated by her fellow classmates, the dark-haired female makes her way to the back of the class.
Dumping her bag next to her chair, she sits down on it as quietly as possible. Sitting in the back row right next to the window.
Once she was seated, the teacher goes back to teaching the class algebra. ( Y/n ) began to zone out for she couldn't care less.
I mean, why would she if she's always excelled in the useless subject?
So she decided to simply block out the class's conversation to admire the view out the window.
She had the best seat in the house. When she looked out the window she could see the two gyms, and a field of grass which was scattered with picnic tables and trees. In the middle of the field was a soccer field. Next the the field was a track (yk one they use for track and field?).
20 minutes passed before the bell finally rang, signalling the start of morning break. ( Y/n ) reached into her bag to retrieve her food in hopes of eating in peace.
Too bad because God never has, and never will be on her side. Many students instantly rushed to her table upon hearing the bell.
Those many students were bombarding her with questions, compliments, and invitations to sit with their groups.
Although ( Y/n ) was slowly starting to lose her cool she suddenly thought:
They don't all seem so bad, plus, they are making an effort to try and make me feel welcome. I should at least politely turn them down.
She grabs everyone's attention by raising her hand to silence them.
"Sorry but I'd rather spend today by myself, thank you for the offers though." Although most of them were rather disappointed that she turned down their offer, they nonetheless backed away.
Thank you dear Gods for giving me respectful classmates! She silently thanks them, letting out a relieved sigh.
Opening her packet of chips and pocky she digs into her bag again to grab the magazine.
Turning to the first page she instantly feels an obnoxious presence beside her. Looking up she's met with the bright blue eyes of the blonde boy who sat beside her, Nakamura Haruki.
Seeing he was caught staring at her magazine he visibly flinches.
"Sorry for starin' I-umph I w-wasn't really thinkin' s-sorry if I made ya uncomfortable." He trips over his words, rushing to apologise under her intimidating presence.
( Y/n ) senses his discomfort so she decides to rest a hand on his shoulder in hopes of calming him down. Taken aback by the sudden contact, the poor boy flinches and falls silent.
"There's nothing to worry about it Nakamura-kun." ( Y/n ) softly says to him, taking the both of them by surprise by how gently she was speaking to him.
His lips slightly part as he admires her beauty as the sun pours in through the window.
Goddess! He screams in his thoughts. The sun lit up her skin perfectly, as well as her unnaturally soft eyes which were still fixated on his own.
"Do you play any sports Nakamura-kun?" The girl asks, snapping the boy out of his thoughts. Straightening up he replies.
"Mhm! I'm on the basketball team!" He claims proudly.
Hearing he plays basketball as well causes the girl's eyes light up. She offers him to eat lunch with her. Accepting her offer with a series of stutters, the boy pulls up his deck and chair next to hers.
They talked about basketball while reading the magazine together. Other topics were brought up such as school, and Tokyo for the rest of the break until the extras poured in and class resumes.
Throughout class, ( Y/n ) continued to zone out and found herself staring out the window for the nth time today.
Although the teacher knew the young girl wasn't paying attention, she let it slide, knowing her grades wouldn't be affected whether she listened or not.
Lunch took its time coming around but as soon as it did, Nakamura once again slid his desk next to hers.
Opening the two bento boxes that were in her bag she begins to eat straight away. Nakamura sweatdropped at the sight and began to wonder how a girl with a figure that almost everyone wants, can eat so much.
(now i don't want to hear anyone in the comments complain about their body. all bodies are beautiful and all of you are bad mf bitches.)
"Are you not going to eat, Nakamura-kun?" ( Y/n ) asks, slightly hoping that he wasn't feeling uncomfortable around her.
"Ah sorry!" He apologies, snapping out of his trance. "But erm, if ya don't mind me asking ( L/n )-san..." He trails off. ( Y/n ) looks up at him, cheeks filled with rice as she signals him to go on.
"How do ya eat so much?" He curiously asks. ( Y/n ) stops eating and looks him dead in the eye, deadpanned. After a few seconds of silence he realises his mistake he rushes to apologise once more.
"OH MY GOD! I'M SO SORRY! THAT WAS SO RUDE! I'M SO SORRY!" He screams causing many heads to turn their way as the girl beside him flinches.
He then launches up from his seat to get down on his knees, head planted on the ground as he bows in front of her.
While he was chanting a series of 'sorry that was so rude' 'please forgive me' and so on, he was interrupted by a quiet chuckle.
Although it didn't last for too long, he still managed to hear it.
His head shot up at the sound just in time to witness how the corner of ( Y/n )'s eyes wrinkled and the corner of her lips twitched up.
"Please get up off the floor Nakamura-kun, there's nothing to worry about, I just have a big appetite." She says sending him a tiny yet gentle smile, moving her hand in an upward motion telling him to get back up.
Feeling his face erupt red with embarrassment, he stood up and brushed off any dirt off of him.
Sitting back down in his seat, he begins to start another conversation with ( Y/n ).
Students who drifted in and out of the classroom gave the odd duo curious glances. They had never seen Nakamura talk so much or smoothly to another person, let alone a beautiful girl.
"What club do ya plan on joining ( L/n )-san?" The blonde boy asks her while eating an onigiri.
Finishing what was in her mouth, she turns to him. "I don't plan on joining any club this year." She bluntly informs him.
Blinking in surprise, he reminds her that it's mandatory to be a part of a club, only to be told she already talked to the principal about it. She claims that she just wants to focus on her grades.
But she couldn't care less. She just wants to go home as soon as possible after school.
Feeling her throat turn dry, she asks Nakamura where the closest vending machine is which he told her was on the bottom floor. After asking him if he wants anything, which he politely declines, she wanders off to find the vending machine.
Walking down the hall she hears whispers and comments dance around her.
"Woah, she's pretty. Do ya think I could get 'er number?"
"Oi isn't that the new girl from 2-5?"
"Wow her hair looks so smooth."
"She's hot, but what's with that look?"
"Look at her acting all high and mighty! She's probably just another slut."
As soon as she heard that last comment the tall girl stopped in her tracks and turns her head in the direction of the voice.
A short girl who was previously glaring at her in disgust began to wither in fear under her bored glare.
"Shut your uptight wannabe ass up. You're almost half my size. I can literally step on you" ( Y/n )'s eyes scream before she turns away and continues walking down the hallway.
Upon making it down the stairs, she looks down the hall and spots the vending machine.
Now standing in front of it, she contemplates about what she'll get. However, before she can make up her mind her thoughts were interrupted by the screams of something she hated but could never escape.
Fangirls.
Glancing in the direction of the voices, she's met with the four faces she didn't want to see until the day she died.
Atsumu, Osamu, Misaki
and ( Bsf/n ).
Who was clinging onto Osamu's arm.
"You've got to be fucking me in the ass with a wooden fork." The dark-haired girl curses under her breath as she presses the button for a carton of milk.
Just as the carton drops the girl felt four piercing stares on the back of her head. When she turns around to meet their eyes, she was met with the four faces she loathed.
( Y/n ) clicks her tongue on the roof of her mouth, eyes narrowing to glaring slits.
"Ew. Just when I thought my life couldn't get any worse." She says right in front of them, rolling her eyes as she towers over them.
( Bsf/n ) may have been slightly taller than ( Y/n ) when they were still friends, however she only developed early and still hasn't grown. ( Bsf/n ) was still only standing at 5"8.
( Bsf/n ) steps back in shock and desperately turns to Osamu as if telling him to do something about ( Y/n ). Much to her dismay, the boy only looked at his sister with sad eyes. Atsumu decided to speak up as ( Y/n ) was about to walk away.
"Oh, cut the act ( Y/n ) the two of yas were best friends in middle school! What happened?" He questions in frustration, placing a hand on her shoulder.
( Y/n ) feels her patience turn thin, she knows she's going to lose her cool if they don't let her walk away, especially with the growing crowd. Not to mention she's most likely infected by the boy's germs.
Looking over her shoulder she sends Atsumu a deadly glare. "Get your hands off me." She whispers low enough only for the four to hear, her voice dripping with venom.
He visibly flinches before rushing to retract his hand, as if he was scared that she'd bite it off.
"It's so good to see ya ( N/n )-chan I've mi-" ( Bsf/n ) hesitantly starts, only to get cut off.
"Don't call me that. Take the damn hint." ( Y/n ) states, rolling her eyes, turning back around to fully face her, grey eyes boring into hers.
"Only my friends get to call me that."
The dark-haired girl leans in towards the four of them before speaking to them in a threatening low tone.
"At this school, we don't know each other. Got it?" She simply says, glaring into her siblings eyes.
And with that the girl turns away and walks back up the stairs, leaving the group standing there in shock and confusion.
"I told you she had changed."
- ☹︎ -
Sitting back down in her chair she apologises to Nakamura for taking so long, which he brushes off as they continue where they left off. However, the shorter boy isn't blind and can see that something is bothering the girl.
"Is everythin' ok ( L/n )-san? Ya seem quite tense." He warily asks the girl who was aggressively sucking in air from the empty carton.
She stiffens before turning to him, unknown to her, her facial features soften upon hearing his concern.
"I'm fine. Thank you for asking Nakamura-kun." She replies, surprising the boy with how gently she said it.
She crushes the carton before effortlessly throwing it into the bin on the other side of the room.
"Actually there is something that's bothering me." She whispers. Her eyes widen in shock.
What's wrong with me? I've never once admitted when something has bothered me. She thinks. What's it about this dude that makes me feel so comfortable?
She looks back up at him to see him wearing a soft smile. "Ya do know that ya can tell me anythin' that's botherin' ya ( L/n )-san. We're friends right?" He gently informs her.
Her eyes widen once again. Was it always this easy to make friends with someone? Someone so perfect?
Although she didn't notice that she was still staring at him, he did and began to think what he said was wrong.
"Sorry ( L/n )-san, I jus- we have been talkin' all day so I-I just assumed that we were fri-" He tried to apologise in a hushed voice as he looked down at his lap, afraid and upset at the thought that she didn't feel the same way, only to be interrupted by a soft hand ruffling his hair.
Looking up he feels his heart jump. The beauty before him smiled gently at him, hand still in his hair. "I'm happy you feel the same Nakamura-kun. I can tell this is the start to a great friendship." Slightly tilting her head to the side, she continues to smile at him as she retracts her hand.
Nakamura's azure eyes lit up with happiness, his cheeks flared up with a blush of excitement as he felt a wide smile take over his mouth. Nodding eagerly he tells her he's more than happy to be her friend.
After all, ( Y/n )'s his first within the class.
"So since we're friends, yer problems are mine, so ya can talk to me about anythin' that's botherin' ya!" He exclaims, puffing his chest out.
A warm feeling begins to swell in ( Y/n )'s chest as she admires her new friend's aura. Even just his presence was comforting, hearing him claim that he was proud to be her friend made her feel indescribably happy.
"Well, do you have any siblings Nakamura-kun?" The dark-haired girl asked the suddenly bubbly boy.
Both of them were taken aback by her question. ( Y/n ) was taken aback at the idea of her opening up to someone she only met hours ago, whereas Haruki just thought it was such a random question.
"I- yeah, I've got a younger sister, she lives in Tokyo with my dad, she's a third year in junior high. Why d'ya ask?" He replies raising an eyebrow out of curiosity.
"What if they-uhm hurt you in the past, well, and now it's really awkward and you want to make it better? What would you do?" She struggles to find the right words to describe the situation without going into too much detail.
Nakamura rests his elbow on his desk and places his chin in his hand as he begins to mumble to himself. Deep in thought, he begins to glare at the table while ( Y/n ) simply sits there and waits for him to reply.
"I would wait for them to apologise." He simply says looking back up at her. "If they hurt you in the past, they should be the ones to make the first move. Not you. Well, that's if they're better people now and have realised their mistake."
( Y/n )'s eyes slightly widen, she'll admit, she wasn't expecting him to give out decent advice.
"However," ( Y/n ) refocused on what the boy was saying.
"If they want to talk to ya, if they want to apologise, ya have to let them." His eyes held a glint of seriousness as he stared into her stunned ones. She obediently nodded.
"Not sayin' ya have to forgive them! Just let them get their apology out. You can forgive them when you're ready."
"Thanks, Naka-kun, that's just what I needed." She gratefully thanks him, rewarding him with a small smile and nickname.
The nickname causes him to blush and his eyes to widen in surprise before his lips twitched into a smile.
"Not a problem, ( L/n )-chan."
"Just ( Y/n ) is fine." She reassuringly smiles at him before he tests it out on his tongue.
"But this stays between us yeah?" The girl reminds him, flicking her index finger between the two of them. Nakamura vigorously nods in understanding as the bell rang.
- ☹︎ -
TIME SKIP TO AFTER SCHOOL:
- second person pov -
The newfound friends exchanged numbers before the Nakamura scurried to the gym for practice and you make your way to the front gate.
Before you could insert your airpods into your ears your eyes caught the dark/light hair of her ex-bestfriend who was standing at the school entrance.
A frown tugged at the corner of your lips, but you continued to walk towards the gate nonetheless, airpods in.
Unsurprisingly you felt nothing in your heart but anger upon seeing the girl that you used to hang out with every day after school.
The girl you did everything with.
The girl you thought was going to be by your side till the end.
Lol you thought.
Just how naive was I? You questioned as you passed by her, not even giving her a glance.
"( N/N )!" *sigh* my cue to walk faster.
"I know ya can hear me!" So what?
"( Y/N )!"
"Oh my GOD! What the fuck do you want?"
Fed up with her bothersome calls you swing your head towards her, taking out one airpod as your teeth clenched and grinding against each other. Your cold and dark eyes glared into your old friends as a deep scowl found its way onto your usually blank face.
( Bsf/n ) flinches in shock. Was she always this scary?
"Hurry up. I don't have all day." You remind her, spitting each word down at her like she was some type of peasant.
( Bsf/n )'s inner thoughts scream at her.
Say it.
( Bsf/n )'s hands started to turn clammy, and began to shake. Her cool facade was beginning to crumble as she continued to look into your unwelcoming eyes.
Apologise.
Your eyes and aura screamed out in a fit of rage as you continue to glare into her pathetically petrified soul.
HURRY UP!
"Well?" You challenged her, voice soaked in venom. You were getting more annoyed by the second so you decided to give her a glare like no other, causing the girl in front of you to visibly tremble. Tears stung the corner of her eyes.
Quit crying.
You don't deserve to cry.
It took your sadistic ass everything not to smile with glee.
The Generation of Miracles were right, you really are like Medusa.
Scoffing you turn on your heels as you begin to walk away. Leaving the girl who used you frozen in the dust.
Damn it.
"I'm sorry." Her voice comes out meekly, barely audible over the bustling activity around her.
- ☹︎ -
( Bsf/n ) could still feel herself shaking as she made her way to the gym. Greetings and farewells were thrown at the popular girl, but she only stared at her walking feet traumatised of what she just saw.
She knew you were capable of many things. Whether that be pulling a buzzer beater, taunting opponents, fighting bullies or even being at the top of the class.
However, she never knew you were capable of such a glare.
The glare was so damn powerful it made her feel like nothing. Like a damn pebble on the side of the road.
Not like one of the most popular girls at Inarizaki.
She felt like a peasant who looked Esdeath in the eyes instead of kissing her feet.
Sliding the gym door open many heads turn her way, including your (biological) brothers. But she continued to stare at her feet with wide eyes.
"Yo babe, ya alright?" A low voice asks her, snapping her out of her trance. She slowly lifts her head to meet the grey eyes of her boyfriend.
However, instead of finding the comfort in the eyes she loved, she could only see your brutal glare on an endless loop.
Osamu saw her terrified expression, so he quickly wrapped his arms around her as she basically vibrates in fear.
"What happened?" He whispers in her ear as he rubs her back as his teammates continue to watch in curiosity.
"( Y- ( Y/n ) i-is ter-terrifying." She stutters out as she wraps arms around his torso, burrowing her face into his chest.
He frowns at the thought of you, his sister hurting his precious girlfriend. But, his attention was snatched by the girl in his arms.
"What d'ya say?" He asks her. With a small sniffle, she raises her chin to meet his eyes.
Tears pour from her wet eyes, streaming down her rosey cheeks. Her plump lips tug down into a guilty pout.
"It's my fault that she's this way."
Osamu's eyes widen at ( Bsf/n )'s confession. But, before he could ask her what she meant by that, she retreats back into his chest.
He sighs as he strokes her scalp.
"It's all of our faults." He whispers, kissing the top of her head.
"Don't worry. Me and 'Tsumu will deal with her."
i imagine Nakamura to look like Namashima but with blue eyes.
Make sure to look after yourself and each other :)