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- 𝗦𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡 . 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘 -
❝ 【 𝓦𝓱𝓸 𝓦𝓪𝓼 𝓢𝓱𝓮 】 ❞
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✮*•̩̩͙✧•̩̩͙*˚ ˚*•̩̩͙✧•̩̩͙*˚✮
❛ 𝐈'𝐌 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓 ❜
˚*✧ ✧*˚
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For the next few weeks, she was stuck in my head. It got to the point where I sometimes couldn't focus on volleyball practice or in class.
"Ya've been zonin' out heaps lately, what's up with ya, Rin?"
We were in the locker room after practice one afternoon and Atsumu was standing next to me as he put on his school shirt again.
I stayed quiet as I didn't want the blond to tease me over some girl that I had only seen once.
I felt pathetic.
I never even spoke to her and I can't help but imagine myself y'know... holding her hand... and all that romantic shit...
I was pulled from my thoughts by Atsumu pulling my ear.
I swatted away the blonde's hand and death glared at him.
"Fuck off..."
I shut my locker and Atsumu chuckled.
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