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Once upon a time, there was a writer who were living a busy life far far away...

However, that writer was being crushed under the guilt of not updating for a year...

So, the writer came back.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Jokes aside, I am kinda back.

This was requested by --Misanthropy--. Thanks for the request, though I am too late that I am pretty much sure that you don't even remember this request.

Sorry for that, and hope you enjoy reading.

[WARNING: Includes bullying. Read it on your own risk.]

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She was beautiful.

Gem-like (e/c) eyes.

Porcelain like skin.

Silky, (h/l), (h/c) hair.

She was beautiful.

However, like a doll, she was lifeless.

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"I actually cannot believe that she has the nerve to come to school like that..."

"How come the Dean lets her come to school like that?"

"Actually, I heard he doesn't approve either. It is just that she stubbornly comes to school like that everyday."

"Seriously? She is unbelievable..."

Noise, noise and more noise.

Useless, meaningless, nonsense.

(f/n) couldn't understand what was the problem.

She was going to school everyday, listening to her lessons and was taking decent scores from the exams.

What was the problem?

Adding some extra frills to her school skirt, wearing a light pink bow tied to her shirt's colar, tying her hair into two pigtails with two big white bows...

She couldn't see any problem in that.

"(l/n)-san!"

She looked up to the school gates, just to see the school dean coming up to her, frowning, and fixing his wig.

She stopped until the man stood right in front of her.

"How many times am I supposed to tell you?! No customized uniforms, no oversized bows, and NO MAKE-UP!"

"Sir, I haven't done any make-up today."

She said with a low, calm tone, only making the dean angrier.

"Today, you are going to have the cleaning duty for your classroom! Understood?!"

Frowning, the dean left by stomping on the ground furiously. Although her silence was disturbed, (f/n) continued her way towards the classroom.

After changing her shoes, while walking through the hallway, a tall figure bumped to her. She didn't fall, just looked up to see the person who bumped into her.

A muscular build.

Short-cropped black hair.

Dark blue eyes with a sharp glare.

He looked like a blueberry.

(f/n) thought that it would be better to not voice it out.

He looked familiar, probably because they had been in the same class since the start of the year.

Kageyama Tobio.

He looked down, locking eyes with the doll-like girl who bumped into him.

He knew her, they were in the same class.

He glared and scowled at her without any apology.

"Face your damn front."

He walked past her, continuing his way. She didn't mind it much anyways, so she also continued her way.

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"What the hell is wrong with you?! You think you are special or something?!"

Girl A took off the bow in her colar by force and pushed her down, which made (f/n) down.

Noticing the chance, Girl B put her hands on both of her pigtails, pulling the bows there together with few strands of her hair off.

(f/n) was just there to finish her cleaning duty. She wasn't doing anything wrong.

She couldn't understand the reason for the situation she was in.

"Why don't you shout? Why don't you call for help?"

"Do you actually believe that you are a real life doll?!"

"Why don't you show any emotions, huh?!"

"You are lifeless!"

A slap right onto her left cheek.

The pain stung pretty bad.

It hurt.

Girl A gave her few more slaps and pinched her until some of the places bleed, while Girl B just stood there, chuckling at the pathetic state of (f/n).

(f/n) didn't find any reason to memorize their names.

Creating a space in her mind for their faces nor voices.

Useless, meaningless, nonsense.

She just closed her eyes and waited. She knew that calling her help would be pointless. She knew that some people walked pass her classroom's door and acted as if they didn't hear anything.

She knew it.

So she just waited.

"Let's stop now. It is not even a little bit of fun to tease her."

The two girls left the classroom, leaving (f/n) alone in the classroom with the deep silence.

She leaned to the wall and slowly touched her left cheek. It still hurt, so she probably should put some ice on it. However, she didn't want to do anything.

She just wondered, what she had done wrong and what those girls didn't like about her.

She couldn't understand it.

After a while, when she started to hear the sounds of people leaving the school after their club activities, she decided to leave as well. As she was standing, she heard the door open and turned towards it.

There he stood, Kageyama Tobio. Gave her a stare, but simply ignored her and headed to his desk, got a notebook he had forgotten and went back to door. When he was close the door, he murmured quietly.

"You are pathetic."

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Next day, (f/n) decided not to go to school. Those girls had hit her pretty bad on the cheek, and she didn't really want to use make-up on the bruise either.

The mid-term exams were near, but she would probably be able to take at least 70s in every lesson, so she was going to be fine.

She just laid on her bed and shut her eyes.

"You are pathetic."...

Yes, maybe she was.

But she didn't know what to do about it.

She didn't know what was the problem.

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"Hey Kageyama!"

Right before he was leaving the class, his English teacher called out to Kageyama.

"Yes, sir?"

"You are on duty today right? I want you to deliver these to (l/n)."

The teacher said as he handed him the printouts about the next English exam.

"I don't know where she lives..."

"Come with me then, I will tell you after looking it up from the log."

Kageyama internally sighed. He didn't really want to have anything to do with that girl, but it looked like he had to. He knew that their English teacher was a persistent person.

"Yes, sir..."

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(f/n) took her eyes off her book when she heard the doorbell. She hesitated at first. Her parents had their keys and there wasn't anything about a package delivery either.

"Hey! I know that you are there! Open the door or I will crush the window with a brick."

She knew that voice.

And she didn't want her windows broken.

Quickly, she wore her fluffy slipers with cat patterns on them and headed to open the door.

There he stood, Kageyama Tobio.

He just started at (f/n), wondering why the hell she was a wearing a dress with tons of frills attached on the lower part when she was at her own house.

"What? You aren't going to school but going out?"

(f/n) remained silent. She didn't see any need to explain that it was her casual clothes.

Kageyama just sighed and handed her the now wrinkled printouts.

"The teacher told me to give you these."

(f/n) extended her arms to take the printouts, a small "thanks" escaping her lips as she did so.

"Now I don't have any reason to stay any longer."

Kageyama turned around without saying anything else and just as he was going through the outside gate, he turned towards the main entrance where (f/n) was standing.

"I have a proposal."

She just stared back at him, tilting her head to the side. As if she was asking "What is it?".

"You teach me and someone who goes to the same club with me English, and I and he will teach you emotions. How about it?"

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"Hinata-kun, it isn't 'thuro', it is 'throw'. You have to be more careful about it."

"Ohhhhhhhh! I see! Thanks (l/n)-san!"

For a week, (f/n) had been teaching English to Kageyama and Hinata, apparently his friend from the volleyball club.

In the lunch break, after their practice... Whenever they could find the time to do so.

She would show them the important part in her notes -which Hinata found really neat and easy to understand-, solve some example questions and answer to the questions they had.

After their studying session, Hinata would just try to go and explain what different kind of emotions made he feel.

Just by watching Hinata, who was literally a living ball of sunshine, (f/n) would feel the warmth.

Although his explanations like "YOUR HEART GOES BHAH AND YOUR MIND GOES BOOOM" didn't really make any sense, (f/n) found it fun.

However, her attention was more on Kageyama.

Now, he wasn't much of a jerk anymore. He would listen to (f/n)'s lectures properly, and would try to make Hinata sound more reasonable.

He was getting angry at Hinata most of the time.

He was doing something she couldn't do.

She found it admirable.

After seeing his different kind of faces, his various emotions, (f/n) wanted to see more of them.

She couldn't really understand why.

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"(l/n)-saaaaannn!!!!"

As (f/n) was packing her books and getting ready to go home, she heard a loud scream coming from the hallway, coming towards to her classroom, where she was standing all alone.

Hinata dived into the classroom with a huge grin plastered on his face.

"Look (l/n)-san!"

He gave you his exam paper, while jumping up and down in front of you.

"I was able to get a passing note thanks to you!"

(f/n) nodded and gave his paper back after seeing the 57 on it.

"You worked hard Hinata-kun, congratulations."

Yes, she was happy for Hinata but she still couldn't get herself to smile.

"Do you know anything about Kageyama-kun?..."

"Kageyama? He didn't tell me his score, but I think he is going to come to tell you as well. You helped as a lot after all!"

Hinata smiled once again, a smile that was taking up half of his face.

"Thanks once again (l/n)-san! Please that idiot to hurry up if he comes here."

The ball of sunshine bowed and headed to his beloved clubroom.

Although Hinata said so, (f/n) wasn't really expecting Kageyama to actually come and thank her.

She was kinda disappointed.

At least she guessed that feeling inside of her as "disappointment" which Hinata likened to a slack baloon.

"Hey, you..."

Surprised to hear the familiar voice, (f/n) quickly turned towards the door, where Kageyama stood with his English exam paper in his hand.

He slowly walked towards (f/n), and handed to her.

A little bit better than Hinata, a 60.

"It is t-s-shanks to you, I guess."

(f/n) was happy.

Genuinely happy.

She smiled, at least she hoped she smiled and gave his paper back to Kageyama.

"Good job, Kageyama-kun."

Against the sight of that sudden, innocent smile, Kageyama didn't even stand a chance.

His face brightening up with the lightest shades of Pink, he turned his face away fast and pulled his paper back.

(f/n) couldn't understand what happened to him.

"I-I will go then."

Looking at his muscular and tall back figure, and remembering his flushed face, (f/n)'s heart skipped a beat.

She didn't really know why, but she wasn't really disturbed about it.

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I am sorry, I couldn't really create a bully Kageyama, more like he was just being a jerk. He is just an awkward blueberry muffin, so I can't really imagine him bullying someone out of nowhere

Hope you enjoyed this chapter, though I haven't been writing for a while now so it may have been kinda crappy :')

Currently, I am debating whether I should continue writing in 2nd person point of view or 3rd person point of view. I wonder which one is easier for you guys to read?

I will be around Wattpad for a month or so, I can't guarantee anything about when your request will be published but if you have any requests, you can request is away :3

Next requests are:

Nishinoya x Blind! Reader

Konoha Akinori x Reader