daddy issues ; ushijima wakatoshi

five

when asked to describe herself, the phrase "morning person" wouldn't cross hashimoto sumiye's mind (maybe "badass bitch" or "sexy villain in a children's cartoon"). waking her up is like waking up a bear from hibernation– she'll bite your head off. usually, the walk to school is how she sobers up from a good night of sleep. usually, people know not to interact with her. keyword: "usually".

"hey, hashimoto," a random girl called out. "i think the clown make-up is getting old."

monster in hand, sumiye halted in the middle of the sidewalk. taking the final sip, she turned around with narrowed eyes. "what?"

"i said you look like a clown! take it off and maybe your dad will love you."

if this were happening later in the day, sumiye would've brushed off this girl's taunts. unfortunately for this random girl, it was not later in the day. with a sluggish brain, the redhead thought, "fuck it."

sumiye wound up her arm like she was about to pitch the meanest fastball shiratorizawa academy had ever seen. without a second thought, she chucked the empty can with all of her strength.

the green and black can sailed through the air before nailing the random girl in the center of her forehead. "bullseye!" sumiye cheered with a sadistic smirk.

then, similar to a raging bull, the other girl started to charge.

"oh fuck."

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one of ushijima's biggest pet peeves was definitely being late. it's not that hard to leave early to ensure your timely arrival. someone being consistently late was an ick for the ace, and his usual patient demeanor faded with every minute that passed.

his eyes traveled to the bottom right corner of his laptop to check the time. mentally he confirmed that, yes, sumiye was thirty minutes late to class. the boy was starting to wonder if she was even coming to class today.

with a sudden bang, the classroom door flew open, actively scaring the other students. ushijima jolted as his gaze lifted from his laptop. standing in the doorway was sumiye, a late pass in hand. her eyeliner was smudged and hair tangled– the ace internally wondered if she was attacked by a wild animal. however, sumiye's biggest difference in appearance was the black eye and multiple scratch marks she was sporting.

the classroom was silent as they watched the redhead drag herself in ushijima's direction. "hey," she nonchalantly greeted as if her eye wasn't purple and swollen shut. his widened eyes refused to look at anything else. between her bandaged knuckles and bruised skin, she was definitely a sight to see. "take a picture, it'll last longer."

her quip snapped the ace out of his trance. "no thanks, i don't want a picture of you."

to ushijima's confusion, sumiye let out a chuckle at his refusal. "it could be worse. trust me, you should've seen the other girl." she flopped down into the seat next to him, stretching her legs without care.

choosing not to respond, ushijima just nodded in acknowledgment. instead, he decided to resume researching sharks.

a groan was emitted from the girl next to him, causing him to glance at her beaten figure. sumiye's relaxed semblance had disappeared; now, she was rubbing her temples with her eyes closed.

"are you okay?"

"yeah, i'm good," she lifted her head out of her hands and pulled out her own laptop. "i just realized i threw my monster at that bitch before i could take the tab off."

"the tab?" he questioned, still typing into an online document.

her lips curled upwards at the mention of her current project. ushijima would've found it endearing if not for her unruly appearance. "i'm making one of those tab necklaces that i saw on tik tok."

once she uttered the phrase "tik tok" he got war flashbacks to tendō yelling at him for messing up dances. he didn't know that the app had videos that weren't centered around dance on it. "how long have you been collecting for?" the topic of tik tok got his rapt attention.

"about a week now. i rip them off my daily monster."

"monster?"

sumiye let out a gasp as her eyes shot open. "you don't know what monster is?" ushijima just shook his head in response. "what side of tik tok are you on? how have you not seen them?"

"i'm not on tik tok."

that made her jaw drop. "what? are you fifty years old? even prisoners are on tik tok."

the ace leaned back in his chair, now slightly concerned. is that even legal? "i'm seventeen, not fifty."

"that's it– tomorrow, you're trying a monster." she decided without consulting the boy next to her. ushijima figured it would be pointless arguing with her, even if he didn't want to try her tik tok drink. for now, he would just count down the hours until their next biology class.

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