pov ; you're on your knees

三十四 ; さん じゅう よん | tooru ishikawa

im uh watching horimiya again so yuh have a re-run lmao + ok but fr i had into the i-land on loop and its messing with my mind i swear

pov ; 
tw ; bruises + cuts + blood 

all you wanted to do was go home, it was late. the sky was getting dark. and school had been over for hours.

you were about to get real mad, at that little asshole. you stood facing sengoku, the president of the student council, your nose was scrunched and you held a disgusted look at his girlfriend. "youre accusing me, of yelling at your little girlfriend here?" you scoffed, narrowing your eyes at the pair. 

"remi told me that you screamed at her during gym practice." sengoku replied, everyone in the entire school knew you as the calm and composed girl in class 3-2. And out of all the days, this had to happen when you were getting transferred to class 3-1. Now they'd all think you were a monster. 

"its not like i was trying to frighten her-" you began to explain, when the red haired boy cut you off, deciding that his so called 'witness statement' was better than your explanation of the current scenario that the both of you were in right now.

"she ran to the council room crying and shaking, l/n! what the hell is wrong with you?!" he raised his voice slightly, you didnt move a bit. not a flinch, it was hilarious how he tried to defend her, instead of trying to turn the conversation around, you burst out laughing. laughing so hard that you had to lean your hand onto the wall and clutch your stomach.

in the next class room, your laughter echoed. hori's head lifted from her table and looked to the window, 4 of them were currently trying to finish a science poster, but they couldnt concentrate. you chuckles and giggles were ignored by the rest of the class, all of which had just shut out the noise. but ishikawa couldnt stop listening, the way your voice made a funny high pitch dip, was just so attractive to him, and therefore, he stood up.

followed by miyamura, ishikawa slid open the window that led to the corridor and peeked his head out. his eyes widened at the scene that was displayed before him. your voice stopped, and sengoku opened his mouth ready to yell at you one more, remi cowering behind him.

"why dont you let remi here speak, huh?" you sigh, tilting your head to the side, "im sure she has something to say, no?" you bent down to the girls eye level, stroking her head softly.

the pinkette squeaks and hides behind sengoku again. "guess not." you sigh, "well then, i dont believe that i am in the wrong in this situation, and therefore, i shall be on my way." you turn on your heel and walk down the corridor, not bothering to even look back once. "youre just going to walk away, l/n?!" sengoku yells after you, "and what're you doing to do? stop me?" you shout back, hands cupped around your mouth to amplify your voice.

the student council president shuts up, as your footsteps get softer around the corridor. miyamura smacked ishikawa's arm, "earth to ishikawa!" he whispers hoarsely. without replying the purple haired high schooler sprints after the girl he saw, without hesitation. something about you, set off a spark in tooru. in that moment he saw you arguing with the president, he had forgotten about hori, and yuki, all the girls he knew. he had his eyes on you. and you only.

the boy followed you into the gym, watching you kick open the door angrily. "and who the fuck does he think he is? defending that brat!" you murmur, little did they know, that that little girl, Remi, decided that it was a great idea to play volleyball with your class. and futhermore, caused your team to lose. you had nothing against people that didnt know how to play, but she purposely tossed the ball to the other team, even in relay races, she dropped the baton. and it pissed you off. 

ishikawa's eyes widened at your state, you loosened your uniform, un tucking your shirt and changing your shoes. his cheeks turned red as you pulled on running shorts under your skirt, and how you unbuttoned the first couple buttons on your shirt. you needed a clear mind, not a clouded one. picking up a volleyball, you spun around, spiking it straight it the purple haired boy, "get out." you shouted, hitting it with your wrist.