“Nope. I wish I was kidding. ‘M never ever get to hear the end of ‘Atsumu yappin’ on about the gossip on which the other brass dudes like and at brass parties I always hear them playing smash or pass for the other girls in band”
“Why? It’s not like I am begging for attention or really doing anything out of the ordinary”
“Ok but someone jumping from middle of the pack Concert Ensemble to 5th chair SWC for one of the most competitive sections will have heads turning, you know that right?”
“Didn’t know people paid attention to that”
“Oh, they do. Especially the ones who envy your position”
“But that doesn’t help me understand why the tubas are interested in me”
“You gotta remember that Makki, Matsukawa, Lev, and Tanaka are in that section, but the 3 tuba leaders are impressed that you made such a big jump. Especially Iwaizumi because he knows how hard getting into SWC is as a flute since he’s been friends with Oikawa all these years.”
“Huh. that makes more sense now”
Knowing how the season ended last year with us barely not making finals in the National Championship our band director and student board had to be cooking up something special for this year’s show
“So…how crazy do you anticipate this year’s show to be?” I said turning to Osamu
“Honestly, knowing Oikawa is on the student board probably crazy”
“Yeah that checks out”
We walked into the band room to everyone setting and warming up and Mr.Takeda trying to calm us all down with like no success
“ALRIGHTY EVERYBODY! LET’S GET FOCUSED! ALL EYES ON MR.TAKEDA!” Oikawa said from the front of the room suddenly
Everyone stopped and went into standby at lightning speed and with all eyes on him, Oikawa surprised everyone with an announcement
“We’re going to do something different than is usual for the beginning of band camp”
He pauses
“We are going to go into sectionals to learn our show music today”
Everyone went slack-jawed including ‘Samu and I because this never happens
“Clarinets will be at the lunch tables, low reeds will be in the storage room, alto saxes will be outside the band room in the hall, and flutes will be here due to space. Section leaders, please distribute parts as given in the file folders”
The altos immediately started griping about not being in the band room and then Oikawa piped in:
“Oh my apologies altos, you will now be at the lunch tables and the clarinets will take your spot inside the band hall. Thank you for pointing out that error of mine!” and he just smiles as he shoos them away
We just watched in awkward silence as they left and then the conversations picked back up as everyone else filed out of the room and left the 32 of us in the room
“Well then it may come as a shock but there are only 3 parts for our music this year! There will be 11 flute 3 parts, 11 flute 2 parts, and 10 flute one parts. And there is a duet that auditions are open for! At the end of the week we will be doing auditions for that! I’m going to come around and give you your parts.”
I kind of spaced out when I got nudged with a stack of papers
“Here you go Y/N! I made sure to highlight the solo for everyone so you know where it is! I hope to see you audition for it!”
I took it and saw the words “Flute 1” in the corner
“Un excuse me Oikawa-san? I think there is a mistake”
“Where is there a mistake? Did I accidentally spell your name wrong? What happened?”
“It says flute 1 but I think I was supposed to be flute 3 or 2”
“Oh! No that wasn’t a mistake! All parts were based on audition results!” he sat down next to me leaned into my ear and whispered:
“I am already guaranteed one of those duet slots, and there is no one I would rather perform it with than you.”
I froze and looked at him smiling at me innocently
“Are you sure Osamu wouldn’t be a better match in terms of sound?”
“I’m sure. Especially since you have a special knack for using vibrato at just the right times”
“I’m sure we’ll see who the director picks Oikawa-san”
“I guess you’re right! But I still look forward to seeing all the auditions! And as much as I have enjoyed our conversation we still have to work on our music.” and with that he stood up and walked away
OIKAWA’S POV
Damn it, I almost let my crush on her slip I can’t let that happen again
Iwa-chan always has better luck because he rarely interacts with her even though we both like her
Especially when you are in show biz as an idol and in love with your superiors
And the one you are hopelessly crushing on is perfect in every way, and you aren’t
What good am I if I don’t even do the same level of work as everyone else?
What does the boss see in me? All I do is dress in short skirts and heels to dance around, give my best fake smile, and sing for people, hoping to make them happy as I stand near the back of the formation, knowing I’ll never be good enough to be the face of our group.
Sure, my ability is terrifying in its power, but what good is it if all I do is hurt people and can only safely use it to perform and project the image of a joyful star on them?
How could I ever be good enough? Sure, I’m the tallest in our group at 5’6”, but I’m also the fattest at 115 lbs and the youngest at 19 years old.
I’m just standing outside the doors that separate me from the boss as I go in for my monthly check-in with him about what I’ve acquired from being an idol of other groups and what I can tell him about them.
As I stand there contemplating opening the door and doing what I must or making the risky decision to leave my boss high and dry since I have nothing of use to contribute this time, I hear a voice behind me.
“Are you just going to stand there all day, or will you go in?”
I turn around to find the source of the voice and nearly faint seeing Chuuya fucking Nakahara standing about 7 feet behind me.
“Well?”
I put on my best performance smile like he didn’t almost make me jump so high I could’ve hit the ceiling and looked at him.
“My apologies, Mr.Nakahara. If you have business with the urgent boss, you are welcome to go in front of me.”
He looked at me exasperated.
“You’ve been standing there for 30 minutes.”
Fuck I think he saw through me.
“Really?! I must have forgotten the time again. You can go in front of me if you’d like!” I say, trying to lay on the performance thicker
“I’d go in if I were you because making the boss wait will have consequences for you,” he said, looking done with me and my shit.
Did I mention I had a crush on Chuuya?
“No, really, Mr.Nakahara, it’s nothing I don’t mind! I know you’re an executive, so your business will be more important than mine,” I said, smiling at him, using as much charm as I could to buy myself time.
“You know what fuck this” and he breezes past me, and I think I won.
Haha
Wrong
He fucking breezed past me and smoothly grabbed me by the back of my collar and drag me in in there himself.
“H-hey, what are you doing!?” I say as I try to break myself free from his grasp
“If you’re not going to do it yourself, I’ll make you do it.”
“N-no, really it’s fine, don’t worry about it-ack!”
He stops long enough not to choke me, and I take that chance to yank my collar out and run the other way.
But I’m not fast enough as he’s already back next to me, sweeping my legs out from underneath me.
I fell straight on my ass and was now staring up at the ceiling, confused as to what the hell just happened, and he came back into view.
“You’ve got some nerve to defy orders, don’t you, missy”
“I’m sorry I didn’t try to make you mad. I just wanted to be polite and let you go first!”
He just sighs at me and holds his hand out for me to take
“How about this: we go in together, and you don’t escape again, or you face the consequences from me, got it?”
“F-fine, but I can get up myself. I don’t want to pull you down with me accidentally.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” He says, looking at me like I’ve grown three more heads
“I’m kind of heavy and don’t want to strain you, sir, b-but don’t worry, I’m working on losing weight!”
“I was just dragging your ass, and you’re super light. What the hell are you on about?”
Fuck he’s going to see right through me.
“You shouldn’t be ashamed about your weight. I find tiger stripes on women's bodies attractive.”
AYO, WHAT?? HAS HE NEVER HEARD OF IDOL BEAUTY STANDARDS?!
“Wait, what did you say?”
“Well I’ve seen your music videos and always thought you had c-cute chubby cheeks and attractive tiger stripes. You shouldn’t be ashamed, and it’s your body.” he muttered looking pretty sheepish and was…blushing?
“B-but the idol industry is super strict about what an idol is supposed to look like and weigh! I’m at least 15lbs overweight for idol standards!”
“HOW MUCH DO YOU EVEN WEIGH?!”
“…115lbs…”
“Aren’t you like 5’6 ?!”
“Yeah, so?
“Bitch that’s normal weight. What are you on about??”
“My manager said I had to lose weight because I was starting to look fat. He also said I need to either get a boob job or start B-Vitality to make my boobs bigger.”
“What the fuck?! How old even are you kid?!.” he looked both mortified and disgusted
“What?!”
“I asked how old you are”
“Oh I’m 19 sir”
He took a breath and adjusted himself
“Why don’t you just quit then?”
“w-what?!”
“I said you should just quit. It doesn’t seem to be doing you any favors”
“I don’t think that’s the problem since I do love performing and love being in my current group
“That’s why I was going to meet with the boss today. To ask if I could use some of my idol earnings to get a boob job to be good enough for my manager finally.”
“Are you crazy?An invasive and potentially life-threatening surgery? And for what?”
“To be prettier and more eye-catching to make a better performance! I don't expect you to understand, which is fine because you’re already gorgeous and perfect!”
There was a moment of dead silence. Like the room had the life sucked out of it.
He looked me in the eyes and could probably see the black stars that now occupied where my normal pupils were
I knew this because I could see myself in his glossy aquamarine eyes.
I stood up from where I had been sitting.
“I’m sorry for burdening you with my problems, Mr.Nakahara. I sh-should go now.” I started to walk away do something I regretted
“And just where do you think you’re going L/N?” he said grabbing my wrist with his gloved hand
“It’s not your place to know and I’d rather keep you out of it” I said trying to release my wrist from his grasp but I couldn’t
“I’m not letting you go until you tell the boss what you told me”
“And what’s it to you? If it’s really that pressing you could just tell him yourself. Besides it’s not like it effects you at all” I said trying to now yank my wrist from his grasp
He gripped my wrist tighter and yanked me closer to him so his face was inches from mine
“It is my business if a subordinate of mine is about to become a second Dazai because of a spiral. I don’t need another suicidal maniac on my hands”
“It won’t go that far! I just know that I have to be good enough in order to justify me being here on the boss’s payroll and in anyone’s presence! Now let me go before you get roped into this shit too”
Chuuya looked at me in shock and horror as I yanked harder more determined than ever to just get the boss to justify plastic surgery in order to get the port mafia more money and potentially other assets as well
“Yeah no now I know I’m going in there with you” he said as he just started dragging me back to the giant doors where we knew the boss was behind
I have to do something I just know it
“I’m sorry Mr.Nakahara” I said as I swept his leg
“OW WHAT THE FUCK”
I started running in other direction when he suddenly caught up to me
And I heard 2 words that sent a chill down my spine as his hand made contact with my back
“Gravity manipulation”
And suddenly I was on the ground unable to move struggling to fight his ability now as I heard him crouch beside me
“Unwise move L/N now I have to punish you for directly disobeying an executive”
Surely he didn’t have the authority to kill or maim me right? I don’t think the boss would be very happy about that
“Relax I’m not going to hurt you in anyway just gonna…make you squirm a little” I swear I think he smiled at that last part
As I struggled against his ability and tried to get away I suddenly was aware of a gloved hand creeping up the front of my shirt and settling right on the side of my belly button
My eyes went wide as I looked up at him in horror
“W-w-wait I can’t have any bruises or my career is over!”
“What part of ‘I’m not going to hurt you’ did you not understand? Unless you’re trying to get on my nerves”
“N-n-no sir just trying to get on my way and be out of your hair!” I said straining now to get out of his reach
“No. you’re not going to just weasel your way out of this one sweetheart”
And I didn’t even have time to fire back a good retort before his fingers dug into my midsection and in my (futile) attempt to hold back my laughter I let out a squeak that would make a mouse envious
“Man I should have expected this given how much of a stubborn ass you are rumored to be in enemy interrogations ”
I have to hold my ground or else he’ll find out my weakness
Unless
He’s already found it
“Well then I guess I can’t be as nice as I was planning on being now can I?”
He then flips me over so now I’m on my back and making direct eye contact with my arms to my chest elbows covering down my ribs
And then I remember gravity is only up and down not side to side
So I lengthen my fingers and try to compress myself so he can’t see my face
“ oh no you don’t”
AND CHUUYA THE BASTARD PUTS MY ARMS ABOVE MY HEAD
SHIT
“That’s better. Actually come to think of it you’re awfully quiet, looks like that’s next”
And suddenly he’s straddling me hands on my sides
“W-wait M-mr.Nakahara isn’t this like super unprofessional?!”
“I think you think I give a damn about that shit, and I don’t”
He lifts my shirt up to my bra and I feel the cold air around us hit my now exposed tummy
“Damn you’re skinnier than you let on”
“I’m still not- pfff ahahaha wahaihait nohoho stahahahap”
He had cut me off by tickling my sides
“That’s a much better sound don’t you think L/N? Instead of you yapping about some non-existent fat and other shit”
“pleaahehehehehese nohhohoo leheehet me gohohoho”
“Hell no I want to see if you can laugh louder and I’m not gonna stop until I’m satisfied”
“I’m sure he’ll understand since you directly disobeyed an executive. Now tell me Y/N where else are you ticklish? If you tell me I might go easy on you”
Probably shouldn’t have tried to hide my blushing face when he said the acursed t-word because I think that finally clued him in to that being my weakness
“Wait did you just try to hide when I said ‘ticklish’?
Goddamnit the jig is up
“Nohohoo”
“Lying too?! Wow you are quite brave for the position you’re currently in, oh well guess I’ll have to start exploring”
He moves his wiggling fingers to my poor ribs and at least that spot isn’t as ticklish as my tummy
“Jeez you could at least laugh a bit more, but i guess I’m not getting the right tickle spot am I”
And him being the sadistic (hot) bastard he is he moves up to my armpits and I can’t hold it anymore
“There it is, now tell me why is it that you won’t tell the boss what you told me?”
“NOHOOHHOOO HE CAHAHAHAHAN’T KNOHOHOHOHOW”
“Perhaps you misheard me, WHY won’t you tell the boss”
“I TOHOHOHHOLD YOU HEHEHE JUHUHUHUST CAHAHAN’T”
“Guess I’m gonna have to try something else since you won’t talk”
“BUHUHUHUT I DIHIHIHID I SWEAHAHAHAR”
“Nice try but you didn’t, and don’t dodge the question”
Suddenly his hands dart to my hips and he’s alternating between squeezing and scribbling
“PLEAHEHEHEHEEHEHASE NOHOHOHHOHOT THERE NOHOHOT THERE PLEAHEHEHEESE”
“Ooh someone’s ticklish here how cute”
Damn him and his suave words
Maybe if i hold in my laugh I can pass out
I bite onto my shirt in an attempt to maintain some semblance of sanity
But he’s not having any of that
“Still trying to hold on huh? Must be a big secret if you’re literally trying to bite your tongue, or are you just flustered because you’re embarrassed that some tickling is going to break you?
Fuck he’s reading me like a book, and if it weren’t for his stupid ability I’d have broken free already and ran
“If you think I’m going to let you go soon without getting what I want then you’re an idiot”
He then switches methods again PUTTING A HAND ON MY CHEEK AND HE MOVED MY HEAD TO LOOK INTO HIS EYES AGAIN AAAAAAAAAAA
And while making eye contact he smiles at me evilly and he tickles my tummy again
“Much better, now’s your chance to talk Y/N if you tell me the truth I can make it stop and I won’t tell the boss your little weakness. Here I’ll even let you catch your breath”
“I’m sorry Mr.Nakahara I can’t tell you that but I can tell you that you should stop before you see the rest of my gross ass un-covered body like my armpits that havent’t been shaved in 6 hours not to mention my fat ass hips- WAHAHAAIT I WAHAHAHAHAASN’T DOHHOHOHONE”
“Well it seems like you don’t want to talk so I guess I’ll have to keep going”
And what does he do?
That’s right he pulled my pants down to the panty line to see the gross ass hips that gotta lose fat from
“All i see is bone what are you talking about” and he shrugs then starts tickling my poor hips again
“Damn you’re way more ticklish here than I originally thought and do you charge fans for these laughs because if they heard them I’m sure people would be showering you in money”
“That’s more like it, I guess you can see reason after all”
I tried looking away because I was ashamed at caving so fast and my face definitely showed my embarrassment
“Now why is it that you won’t tell the boss? What was so bad that it took me tickling you for 15 minutes straight to choke out of you huh?”
He releases his ability and pulls me into a sitting position and cradles my cheek
“I didn’t want him to say no to what I needed from him if I told him then he would absolutely say no”
“And what is it you wanted from him?”
“For him to approve me getting a tummy tuck, BBL, and boobjob since my managers are unhappy with how I look and I am too I guess. Not to mention my managers are pushing me to do it, something about less brands want partnerships because of their weakest link and fans aren’t buying as much merch” I say as I gently guide his wrist away from my face and look down in shame
He pulls me into a kind of awkward hug
“Trust me when I say you don’t need that shit because then you’ll look like some gross ass alien and not a person”
“I don’t mean to be rude Mr.Nakahara but I really should go see the boss now since I’m pretty sure I’m late now”
“You do realize it’s fine if you call me by my first name right?”
“A-are you s-sure? It feels wrong since you’re my superior”
“Yeah it’s fine”
“Ok then Chuuya”
“Now let’s go and I swear to god if you make one self deprecating joke or statement I’ll strap every limb and extremity down and I’ll tickle you again until you piss yourself and forget your name”
“Yes Chuuya”
So he drags me to the boss’s door by my collar again and kicks those giant ornate doors open
“Hello Chuuya, I see you’ve brought L/N”
“I believe there’s something I have to tell you that I have just learned about Y/N here about her plans to get a bunch of cosmetic surgery”
“I-in my defense sir it’s necessary to further my career as an idol because the managers aren’t happy with my recent ratings and they also at some point said something about botox or something to make me not look 30 and more my age”
“Interesting that something like that would be proposed to someone so young you’re how old again Ms.L/N?”
“19 sir”
“Oh that’s far too young for cosmetic plastic surgery”
“Wait till you see the twitter comments, they disagree with that statement, and I’ll be honest their critiques make sense”
“Oh? X? And how many of these comments are there?”
“Hundreds at least maybe even thousands”
“And you really believe them?”
“Duh especially since it’s clearly outlined in photos”
“And by that I mean-”
“That’s quite enough Ms.L/N, and to answer your question you are not going to get surgery”
“Boss with all do respect I-” I was cut off by the sound of a throat clearing
“My apologies boss for the interruption but I have an important message to deliver” Hirotsu said approaching our weird little trio with Chuuya still holding me by the back of my shirt
“Oh? And what is this important message that you had involve everyone in this room Hirotsu?”
“Again my apologies, a long time enemy of the Port Mafia is on the move and I have information regarding it that I figured you’d want to see”
“While that is most intriguing I have something else quite important I’m currently attending to, you may go now Hirotsu” and with that Hirotsu came up to the Boss and gave him the envelope in question and was on his way
“As for you ms.L/N given the requests you have brought before me as your doctor I am concerned, involving your interest in the body modifications you want.”
“With all do respect boss what are you talking about? Wanting to be perfect shouldn’t make you concerned” I said trying to at least make him see my side
At that moment I became hyperaware of the fact that I was still being held by the back of my shirt like a kitten being held by its mother and I glanced momentarily to see a very bored(?) Chuuya looking off to the side
At least that’s what I saw because of the angle I had to look from.
However that was not the case.
“Ok. I understand. We can begin the procedure now if you’d like”
I look at the boss, flabbergasted. Chuuya looks at him, as if the boss figured out the cure to gaining bitches.
“I’m sorry, what in the actual fuck are you saying? SHE IS 19 FOR CHRIST SAKE SHE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT SHE REALLY WANTS AND IS BEING MANIPULATED ”
“Oh and you do!? You don’t even know me! So just let me go and do this so I can finally be good enough!”
He looks down at me and uses his other hand to adjust my gaze so it’s directed at him
“I thought our heart to heart earlier was pretty clear about you not going through with those…procedures as well as telling the boss about the other thing”
“No absolutely not! He can’t know! Also put me down your arms are going to get tired!”
“Well if you’re going to be a stubborn jackass about this I guess I’m gonna have to take matters into my own hands” and before he lets go of my shirt he utters those 2 godforsaken words again”
“Gravity manipulation”
And I get launched into the ground unable to get up or move and he takes a few steps forward
“Boss Ms.L/N is hiding something else from you that I got out of her earlier” Chuuya said looking back at me smirking
“No wait Chuuya I-” I tried to reach forward but my arm slammed down because of his ability
“Too late for that sweetheart, you had your chance”
“Interesting, I don’t recall Ms.L/N ever lying to me or omitting anything” the boss said to Chuuya while strangely looking directly at me with this weird grin on his face
“She told me that her managers are pressuring her into this surgery and using data and other’s feelings to sway her in their interest and convince her” Chuuya said looking back at the boss
“Very interesting indeed. Perhaps they forget that they don’t own her or really understand the spider’s web they’re crawling towards and that they should keep their hands off” the boss pondered now looking in my direction
“I couldn’t agree more with you boss. Perhaps they need a warning shot to underfstand not to mess with the port mafia”
And before I could catch myself I did something crazy
I spoke out against the boss
“Wait this could jeopardize my whole career and send the military police after the port mafia we can’t be hasty with that! The entertainment industry is ruthless!”
“I guess the only solution then is for you not to and switch agencies”
“They own my likeness boss! I can’t”
“Well then, guess someone is going to have to mysteriously disappear, I will get Hirotsu to look into the talent agency she works for, and you can deal with building a spine in Ms.L/N”
“Sounds good to me boss”
“Now I believe our meeting shall adjourn here as I have new matters to attend to”
“Alright pipsqueak you’re coming with me” Chuuya was now grabbing the back of my shirt again and this time I felt weightless and now unable to freely anchor myself
“Who are you calling pipsqueak?!? I’m like 3 inches taller than you! If anything you’re the pipsqueak!” I immediately covered my mouth
“OH NOW YOU’VE DONE IT YOU CHEEKY PIECE OF SHIT”
Uh oh
“WAIT WAIT IM SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN TO SAY THAT!”
He suddenly adjusted his ability (somehow without using words?!?!?!) and suddenly I was on the ground sprawled out just like earlier
“SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT BEFORE YOU SPOKE THEN”
“WAIT WAIT I’M SHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHRY I DIHIHIHIIDN’T MEHEHEHEHEAN IT HAHAHAHAHAHA” and of course the place he started was my hips
“Not to mention you violated our deal so I had to punish you anyway”
Time skiiiiiiiip
I sat on my bed staring at the sky after the strange ordeal which I’m still convinced wasn’t real
Suddenly I’m greeted with footsteps approaching my door and my door subsequently slamming open with a folder thrown on to me (didn’t help that it was super heavy)
“OW why?!?!”
“Fixed your shit manager problem”
“Chuuya do you understand the implications here?!?!”
“Yes I do but maybe you should read first”
I opened the folder and saw my awful manager dead in a warehouse with Gin curb stomping his head which was looking towards the camera and the next one was of his body with the next page being a print out of an article saying “Dango Productions President found dead after drug deal gone wrong”
“How the hell did you orchestrate this?!?”
"I had some help, help from others of course" he begins to walk towards a large door. "I had help from the outside" he opens the door to reveal some young looking people a boy with powder blue hair and a girl with bubblegum pink hair and a few others
“I hired some mercenaries to get this job done”
Chuuya gives them a hand signal, motioning them to leave.
Chuuya looks at me and chuckles to himself.
“Don’t you see Y/N?
I look at the man in front of me and shake in fear. From one moment, he was just a silent but
Even when I try to answer him, my voice is nothing but a whisper.
“I-I-I just wanted a surgery to become a better idol.”
“FUCK OFF WITH THE IDOL BULLSHIT Y/N” Chuuya throws a small flower vase. “I SWEAR IF YOU SAY ONE FUCKING NEGATIVE THING ABOUT YOURSELF IM GOING TO FUCKING TICKLE YOU SO MUCH YOU WISHED YOU DIDN’T EVEN THINK ABOUT THE GOD DAMN SURGERY, YOU UNDERSTAND?”
“Is that a threat or an invitation?” I say, walking backwards. I hit a wall and now im being trapped. Just then, Chuuya slams his hand on the wall, very close to my face.
He lifts my chin and gives me a strong passionate kiss. I gasp, not being able to process what happened. I clench my hands into fists.
“Why are you resisting? Why are you resisting the love you so clearly deserve?”
I gasp at his words. He grabs me, but harder. I try to push his away but I end up melting in his embrace. Without thinking I have my hands around his hair. He smiles and his lips go from mine to my neck and through my body. I let out a small gasp.
“Wait, wait. I don’t think this is…”
He looks at me, but with desire.
“Y/N, I want you to love your body the way I do. I love the way you dress, but your clothes are better off here”
He proceeds to unbutton my top. One by one. I try to stop him, but by the time I grab his hands my entire top is off. I put my hands on my face, embarrassed by my appearance. My insecurities are on full display and with the person I love so dearly.
“What is to be embarrassed of, my love? Your body is like a temple. And it should be explored”
I mess with his hair for a little before kissing him more. He lifts me up and roughly slams me to the table, where we continued make out. He unzips his pants and releases… the lightsaber.
He looks at my reaction. He takes my hands and I begin to touch it. I gasp in fear as the hand motions get faster and faster. And before I know it
I am now traumatized. I quickly take my shirt and button it up quickly before he unbuttons it.
“I do not like what I see. Do you have any idea what it is like to look at yourself and wonder if you are enough? All my life, I have been told I am beautiful by people who treat me like I am ugly. My old producer… he… did something terrible to me. I can never look at my body without seeing the scars.”
Chuuya takes off his jacket and puts it around me. “Then we’ll have to work on healing those scars, together. No matter how long it takes. But Y/N,” he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “I love every part of you. And I hope you will soon”
I cry while giving him a hug. He pats my back, trying to calm me down.
He pulls me in closer and puts his chin on my head as I begin to lose control of my own emotions and just break down in his arms
I fight in his arms to regain control of my emotions and my composure to pull away from his warm and tempting embrace and almost succeed in doing so
When I feel a sudden dig at my rib and suddenly my face is BURIED IN HIS CHEST
“I would think you’d get the hint but I guess not” and he cups my face with one hand and slides his hand to push my chin up
Its not long but we made eye contact long enough for me to try and break free from his grasp again
“There isn’t a reason to be ashamed of any part of yourself.” and he pulls me back to his chest
“After all there is one more thing I have to take care of since you’ve deliberately defied me so many times. I’m sure you remember our earlier conversation”
“W-wait Ch-Chuuya w-we can t-talk about this r-right?!”
“No, you still have to be punished for calling me short”
And he sure did keep his promise because that night I had to change my whole ass mattress and replace my sheets and comforter because of him.
And that, unbeknownst to me, was the beginning of our love story.
This should be interesting since canonically momo is the smartest in class 1-A and Ranpo is the smartest in BSD and while he doesn’t exactly have actual combat training or skills he could still find a way to outsmart her.
Especially when you are in show biz as an idol and in love with your superiors
And the one you are hopelessly crushing on is perfect in every way, and you aren’t
What good am I if I don’t even do the same level of work as everyone else?
What does the boss see in me? All I do is dress in short skirts and heels to dance around, give my best fake smile, and sing for people, hoping to make them happy as I stand near the back of the formation, knowing I’ll never be good enough to be the face of our group.
Sure, my ability is terrifying in its power, but what good is it if all I do is hurt people and can only safely use it to perform and project the image of a joyful star on them?
How could I ever be good enough? Sure, I’m the tallest in our group at 5’6”, but I’m also the fattest at 115 lbs and the youngest at 19 years old.
I’m just standing outside the doors that separate me from the boss as I go in for my monthly check-in with him about what I’ve acquired from being an idol of other groups and what I can tell him about them.
As I stand there contemplating opening the door and doing what I must or making the risky decision to leave my boss high and dry since I have nothing of use to contribute this time, I hear a voice behind me.
“Are you just going to stand there all day, or will you go in?”
I turn around to find the source of the voice and nearly faint seeing Chuuya fucking Nakahara standing about 7 feet behind me.
“Well?”
I put on my best performance smile like he didn’t almost make me jump so high I could’ve hit the ceiling and looked at him.
“My apologies, Mr.Nakahara. If you have business with the urgent boss, you are welcome to go in front of me.”
He looked at me exasperated.
“You’ve been standing there for 30 minutes.”
Fuck I think he saw through me.
“Really?! I must have forgotten the time again. You can go in front of me if you’d like!” I say, trying to lay on the performance thicker
“I’d go in if I were you because making the boss wait will have consequences for you,” he said, looking done with me and my shit.
Did I mention I had a crush on Chuuya?
“No, really, Mr.Nakahara, it’s nothing I don’t mind! I know you’re an executive, so your business will be more important than mine,” I said, smiling at him, using as much charm as I could to buy myself time.
“You know what fuck this” and he breezes past me, and I think I won.
Haha
Wrong
He fucking breezed past me and smoothly grabbed me by the back of my collar and drag me in in there himself.
“H-hey, what are you doing!?” I say as I try to break myself free from his grasp
“If you’re not going to do it yourself, I’ll make you do it.”
“N-no, really it’s fine, don’t worry about it-ack!”
He stops long enough not to choke me, and I take that chance to yank my collar out and run the other way.
But I’m not fast enough as he’s already back next to me, sweeping my legs out from underneath me.
I fell straight on my ass and was now staring up at the ceiling, confused as to what the hell just happened, and he came back into view.
“You’ve got some nerve to defy orders, don’t you, missy”
“I’m sorry I didn’t try to make you mad. I just wanted to be polite and let you go first!”
He just sighs at me and holds his hand out for me to take
“How about this: we go in together, and you don’t escape again, or you face the consequences from me, got it?”
“F-fine, but I can get up myself. I don’t want to pull you down with me accidentally.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” He says, looking at me like I’ve grown three more heads
“I’m kind of heavy and don’t want to strain you, sir, b-but don’t worry, I’m working on losing weight!”
“I was just dragging your ass, and you’re super light. What the hell are you on about?”
Fuck he’s going to see right through me.
“You shouldn’t be ashamed about your weight. I find tiger stripes on women's bodies attractive.”
AYO, WHAT?? HAS HE NEVER HEARD OF IDOL BEAUTY STANDARDS?!
“Wait, what did you say?”
“Well I’ve seen your music videos and always thought you had c-cute chubby cheeks and attractive tiger stripes. You shouldn’t be ashamed, and it’s your body.” he muttered looking pretty sheepish and was…blushing?
“B-but the idol industry is super strict about what an idol is supposed to look like and weigh! I’m at least 15lbs overweight for idol standards!”
“HOW MUCH DO YOU EVEN WEIGH?!”
“…115lbs…”
“Aren’t you like 5’6 ?!”
“Yeah, so?
“Bitch that’s normal weight. What are you on about??”
“My manager said I had to lose weight because I was starting to look fat. He also said I need to either get a boob job or start B-Vitality to make my boobs bigger.”
“What the fuck?! How old even are you kid?!.” he looked both mortified and disgusted
“What?!”
“I asked how old you are”
“Oh I’m 19 sir”
He took a breath and adjusted himself
“Why don’t you just quit then?”
“w-what?!”
“I said you should just quit. It doesn’t seem to be doing you any favors”
“I don’t think that’s the problem since I do love performing and love being in my current group
“That’s why I was going to meet with the boss today. To ask if I could use some of my idol earnings to get a boob job to be good enough for my manager finally.”
“Are you crazy?An invasive and potentially life-threatening surgery? And for what?”
“To be prettier and more eye-catching to make a better performance! I don't expect you to understand, which is fine because you’re already gorgeous and perfect!”
There was a moment of dead silence. Like the room had the life sucked out of it.
He looked me in the eyes and could probably see the black stars that now occupied where my normal pupils were
I knew this because I could see myself in his glossy aquamarine eyes.
I stood up from where I had been sitting.
“I’m sorry for burdening you with my problems, Mr.Nakahara. I sh-should go now.” I started to walk away do something I regretted
“And just where do you think you’re going L/N?” he said grabbing my wrist with his gloved hand
“It’s not your place to know and I’d rather keep you out of it” I said trying to release my wrist from his grasp but I couldn’t
“I’m not letting you go until you tell the boss what you told me”
“And what’s it to you? If it’s really that pressing you could just tell him yourself. Besides it’s not like it effects you at all” I said trying to now yank my wrist from his grasp
He gripped my wrist tighter and yanked me closer to him so his face was inches from mine
“It is my business if a subordinate of mine is about to become a second Dazai because of a spiral. I don’t need another suicidal maniac on my hands”
“It won’t go that far! I just know that I have to be good enough in order to justify me being here on the boss’s payroll and in anyone’s presence! Now let me go before you get roped into this shit too”
Chuuya looked at me in shock and horror as I yanked harder more determined than ever to just get the boss to justify plastic surgery in order to get the port mafia more money and potentially other assets as well
“Yeah no now I know I’m going in there with you” he said as he just started dragging me back to the giant doors where we knew the boss was behind
I have to do something I just know it
“I’m sorry Mr.Nakahara” I said as I swept his leg
“OW WHAT THE FUCK”
I started running in other direction when he suddenly caught up to me
And I heard 2 words that sent a chill down my spine as his hand made contact with my back
“Gravity manipulation”
And suddenly I was on the ground unable to move struggling to fight his ability now as I heard him crouch beside me
“Unwise move L/N now I have to punish you for directly disobeying an executive”
Surely he didn’t have the authority to kill or maim me right? I don’t think the boss would be very happy about that
“Relax I’m not going to hurt you in anyway just gonna…make you squirm a little” I swear I think he smiled at that last part
As I struggled against his ability and tried to get away I suddenly was aware of a gloved hand creeping up the front of my shirt and settling right on the side of my belly button
My eyes went wide as I looked up at him in horror
“W-w-wait I can’t have any bruises or my career is over!”
“What part of ‘I’m not going to hurt you’ did you not understand? Unless you’re trying to get on my nerves”
“N-n-no sir just trying to get on my way and be out of your hair!” I said straining now to get out of his reach
“No. you’re not going to just weasel your way out of this one sweetheart”
And I didn’t even have time to fire back a good retort before his fingers dug into my midsection and in my (futile) attempt to hold back my laughter I let out a squeak that would make a mouse envious
“Man I should have expected this given how much of a stubborn ass you are rumored to be in enemy interrogations ”
I have to hold my ground or else he’ll find out my weakness
Unless
He’s already found it
“Well then I guess I can’t be as nice as I was planning on being now can I?”
He then flips me over so now I’m on my back and making direct eye contact with my arms to my chest elbows covering down my ribs
And then I remember gravity is only up and down not side to side
So I lengthen my fingers and try to compress myself so he can’t see my face
“ oh no you don’t”
AND CHUUYA THE BASTARD PUTS MY ARMS ABOVE MY HEAD
SHIT
“That’s better. Actually come to think of it you’re awfully quiet, looks like that’s next”
And suddenly he’s straddling me hands on my sides
“W-wait M-mr.Nakahara isn’t this like super unprofessional?!”
“I think you think I give a damn about that shit, and I don’t”
He lifts my shirt up to my bra and I feel the cold air around us hit my now exposed tummy
“Damn you’re skinnier than you let on”
“I’m still not- pfff ahahaha wahaihait nohoho stahahahap”
He had cut me off by tickling my sides
“That’s a much better sound don’t you think L/N? Instead of you yapping about some non-existent fat and other shit”
“pleaahehehehehese nohhohoo leheehet me gohohoho”
“Hell no I want to see if you can laugh louder and I’m not gonna stop until I’m satisfied”
“I’m sure he’ll understand since you directly disobeyed an executive. Now tell me Y/N where else are you ticklish? If you tell me I might go easy on you”
Probably shouldn’t have tried to hide my blushing face when he said the acursed t-word because I think that finally clued him in to that being my weakness
“Wait did you just try to hide when I said ‘ticklish’?
Goddamnit the jig is up
“Nohohoo”
“Lying too?! Wow you are quite brave for the position you’re currently in, oh well guess I’ll have to start exploring”
He moves his wiggling fingers to my poor ribs and at least that spot isn’t as ticklish as my tummy
“Jeez you could at least laugh a bit more, but i guess I’m not getting the right tickle spot am I”
And him being the sadistic (hot) bastard he is he moves up to my armpits and I can’t hold it anymore
“There it is, now tell me why is it that you won’t tell the boss what you told me?”
“NOHOOHHOOO HE CAHAHAHAHAN’T KNOHOHOHOHOW”
“Perhaps you misheard me, WHY won’t you tell the boss”
“I TOHOHOHHOLD YOU HEHEHE JUHUHUHUST CAHAHAN’T”
“Guess I’m gonna have to try something else since you won’t talk”
“BUHUHUHUT I DIHIHIHID I SWEAHAHAHAR”
“Nice try but you didn’t, and don’t dodge the question”
Suddenly his hands dart to my hips and he’s alternating between squeezing and scribbling
“PLEAHEHEHEHEEHEHASE NOHOHOHHOHOT THERE NOHOHOT THERE PLEAHEHEHEESE”
“Ooh someone’s ticklish here how cute”
Damn him and his suave words
Maybe if i hold in my laugh I can pass out
I bite onto my shirt in an attempt to maintain some semblance of sanity
But he’s not having any of that
“Still trying to hold on huh? Must be a big secret if you’re literally trying to bite your tongue, or are you just flustered because you’re embarrassed that some tickling is going to break you?
Fuck he’s reading me like a book, and if it weren’t for his stupid ability I’d have broken free already and ran
“If you think I’m going to let you go soon without getting what I want then you’re an idiot”
He then switches methods again PUTTING A HAND ON MY CHEEK AND HE MOVED MY HEAD TO LOOK INTO HIS EYES AGAIN AAAAAAAAAAA
And while making eye contact he smiles at me evilly and he tickles my tummy again
“Much better, now’s your chance to talk Y/N if you tell me the truth I can make it stop and I won’t tell the boss your little weakness. Here I’ll even let you catch your breath”
“I’m sorry Mr.Nakahara I can’t tell you that but I can tell you that you should stop before you see the rest of my gross ass un-covered body like my armpits that havent’t been shaved in 6 hours not to mention my fat ass hips- WAHAHAAIT I WAHAHAHAHAASN’T DOHHOHOHONE”
“Well it seems like you don’t want to talk so I guess I’ll have to keep going”
And what does he do?
That’s right he pulled my pants down to the panty line to see the gross ass hips that gotta lose fat from
“All i see is bone what are you talking about” and he shrugs then starts tickling my poor hips again
“Damn you’re way more ticklish here than I originally thought and do you charge fans for these laughs because if they heard them I’m sure people would be showering you in money”
“That’s more like it, I guess you can see reason after all”
I tried looking away because I was ashamed at caving so fast and my face definitely showed my embarrassment
“Now why is it that you won’t tell the boss? What was so bad that it took me tickling you for 15 minutes straight to choke out of you huh?”
He releases his ability and pulls me into a sitting position and cradles my cheek
“I didn’t want him to say no to what I needed from him if I told him then he would absolutely say no”
“And what is it you wanted from him?”
“For him to approve me getting a tummy tuck, BBL, and boobjob since my managers are unhappy with how I look and I am too I guess. Not to mention my managers are pushing me to do it, something about less brands want partnerships because of their weakest link and fans aren’t buying as much merch” I say as I gently guide his wrist away from my face and look down in shame
He pulls me into a kind of awkward hug
“Trust me when I say you don’t need that shit because then you’ll look like some gross ass alien and not a person”
“I don’t mean to be rude Mr.Nakahara but I really should go see the boss now since I’m pretty sure I’m late now”
“You do realize it’s fine if you call me by my first name right?”
“A-are you s-sure? It feels wrong since you’re my superior”
“Yeah it’s fine”
“Ok then Chuuya”
“Now let’s go and I swear to god if you make one self deprecating joke or statement I’ll strap every limb and extremity down and I’ll tickle you again until you piss yourself and forget your name”
“Yes Chuuya”
So he drags me to the boss’s door by my collar again and kicks those giant ornate doors open
“Hello Chuuya, I see you’ve brought L/N”
“I believe there’s something I have to tell you that I have just learned about Y/N here about her plans to get a bunch of cosmetic surgery”
“I-in my defense sir it’s necessary to further my career as an idol because the managers aren’t happy with my recent ratings and they also at some point said something about botox or something to make me not look 30 and more my age”
“Interesting that something like that would be proposed to someone so young you’re how old again Ms.L/N?”
“19 sir”
“Oh that’s far too young for cosmetic plastic surgery”
“Wait till you see the twitter comments, they disagree with that statement, and I’ll be honest their critiques make sense”
“Oh? X? And how many of these comments are there?”
“Hundreds at least maybe even thousands”
“And you really believe them?”
“Duh especially since it’s clearly outlined in photos”
“And by that I mean-”
“That’s quite enough Ms.L/N, and to answer your question you are not going to get surgery”
“Boss with all do respect I-” I was cut off by the sound of a throat clearing
“My apologies boss for the interruption but I have an important message to deliver” Hirotsu said approaching our weird little trio with Chuuya still holding me by the back of my shirt
“Oh? And what is this important message that you had involve everyone in this room Hirotsu?”
“Again my apologies, a long time enemy of the Port Mafia is on the move and I have information regarding it that I figured you’d want to see”
“While that is most intriguing I have something else quite important I’m currently attending to, you may go now Hirotsu” and with that Hirotsu came up to the Boss and gave him the envelope in question and was on his way
“As for you ms.L/N given the requests you have brought before me as your doctor I am concerned, involving your interest in the body modifications you want.”
“With all do respect boss what are you talking about? Wanting to be perfect shouldn’t make you concerned” I said trying to at least make him see my side
At that moment I became hyperaware of the fact that I was still being held by the back of my shirt like a kitten being held by its mother and I glanced momentarily to see a very bored(?) Chuuya looking off to the side
At least that’s what I saw because of the angle I had to look from.
However that was not the case.
“Ok. I understand. We can begin the procedure now if you’d like”
I look at the boss, flabbergasted. Chuuya looks at him, as if the boss figured out the cure to gaining bitches.
“I’m sorry, what in the actual fuck are you saying? SHE IS 19 FOR CHRIST SAKE SHE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT SHE REALLY WANTS AND IS BEING MANIPULATED ”
“Oh and you do!? You don’t even know me! So just let me go and do this so I can finally be good enough!”
He looks down at me and uses his other hand to adjust my gaze so it’s directed at him
“I thought our heart to heart earlier was pretty clear about you not going through with those…procedures as well as telling the boss about the other thing”
“No absolutely not! He can’t know! Also put me down your arms are going to get tired!”
“Well if you’re going to be a stubborn jackass about this I guess I’m gonna have to take matters into my own hands” and before he lets go of my shirt he utters those 2 godforsaken words again”
“Gravity manipulation”
And I get launched into the ground unable to get up or move and he takes a few steps forward
“Boss Ms.L/N is hiding something else from you that I got out of her earlier” Chuuya said looking back at me smirking
“No wait Chuuya I-” I tried to reach forward but my arm slammed down because of his ability
“Too late for that sweetheart, you had your chance”
“Interesting, I don’t recall Ms.L/N ever lying to me or omitting anything” the boss said to Chuuya while strangely looking directly at me with this weird grin on his face
“She told me that her managers are pressuring her into this surgery and using data and other’s feelings to sway her in their interest and convince her” Chuuya said looking back at the boss
“Very interesting indeed. Perhaps they forget that they don’t own her or really understand the spider’s web they’re crawling towards and that they should keep their hands off” the boss pondered now looking in my direction
“I couldn’t agree more with you boss. Perhaps they need a warning shot to underfstand not to mess with the port mafia”
And before I could catch myself I did something crazy
I spoke out against the boss
“Wait this could jeopardize my whole career and send the military police after the port mafia we can’t be hasty with that! The entertainment industry is ruthless!”
“I guess the only solution then is for you not to and switch agencies”
“They own my likeness boss! I can’t”
“Well then, guess someone is going to have to mysteriously disappear, I will get Hirotsu to look into the talent agency she works for, and you can deal with building a spine in Ms.L/N”
“Sounds good to me boss”
“Now I believe our meeting shall adjourn here as I have new matters to attend to”
“Alright pipsqueak you’re coming with me” Chuuya was now grabbing the back of my shirt again and this time I felt weightless and now unable to freely anchor myself
“Who are you calling pipsqueak?!? I’m like 3 inches taller than you! If anything you’re the pipsqueak!” I immediately covered my mouth
“OH NOW YOU’VE DONE IT YOU CHEEKY PIECE OF SHIT”
Uh oh
“WAIT WAIT IM SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN TO SAY THAT!”
He suddenly adjusted his ability (somehow without using words?!?!?!) and suddenly I was on the ground sprawled out just like earlier
“SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT BEFORE YOU SPOKE THEN”
“WAIT WAIT I’M SHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHRY I DIHIHIHIIDN’T MEHEHEHEHEAN IT HAHAHAHAHAHA” and of course the place he started was my hips
“Not to mention you violated our deal so I had to punish you anyway”
Time skiiiiiiiip
I sat on my bed staring at the sky after the strange ordeal which I’m still convinced wasn’t real
Suddenly I’m greeted with footsteps approaching my door and my door subsequently slamming open with a folder thrown on to me (didn’t help that it was super heavy)
“OW why?!?!”
“Fixed your shit manager problem”
“Chuuya do you understand the implications here?!?!”
“Yes I do but maybe you should read first”
I opened the folder and saw my awful manager dead in a warehouse with Gin curb stomping his head which was looking towards the camera and the next one was of his body with the next page being a print out of an article saying “Dango Productions President found dead after drug deal gone wrong”
“How the hell did you orchestrate this?!?”
"I had some help, help from others of course" he begins to walk towards a large door. "I had help from the outside" he opens the door to reveal some young looking people a boy with powder blue hair and a girl with bubblegum pink hair and a few others
“I hired some mercenaries to get this job done”
Chuuya gives them a hand signal, motioning them to leave.
Chuuya looks at me and chuckles to himself.
“Don’t you see Y/N?
I look at the man in front of me and shake in fear. From one moment, he was just a silent but
Even when I try to answer him, my voice is nothing but a whisper.
“I-I-I just wanted a surgery to become a better idol.”
“FUCK OFF WITH THE IDOL BULLSHIT Y/N” Chuuya throws a small flower vase. “I SWEAR IF YOU SAY ONE FUCKING NEGATIVE THING ABOUT YOURSELF IM GOING TO FUCKING TICKLE YOU SO MUCH YOU WISHED YOU DIDN’T EVEN THINK ABOUT THE GOD DAMN SURGERY, YOU UNDERSTAND?”
“Is that a threat or an invitation?” I say, walking backwards. I hit a wall and now im being trapped. Just then, Chuuya slams his hand on the wall, very close to my face.
He lifts my chin and gives me a strong passionate kiss. I gasp, not being able to process what happened. I clench my hands into fists.
“Why are you resisting? Why are you resisting the love you so clearly deserve?”
I gasp at his words. He grabs me, but harder. I try to push his away but I end up melting in his embrace. Without thinking I have my hands around his hair. He smiles and his lips go from mine to my neck and through my body. I let out a small gasp.
“Wait, wait. I don’t think this is…”
He looks at me, but with desire.
“Y/N, I want you to love your body the way I do. I love the way you dress, but your clothes are better off here”
He proceeds to unbutton my top. One by one. I try to stop him, but by the time I grab his hands my entire top is off. I put my hands on my face, embarrassed by my appearance. My insecurities are on full display and with the person I love so dearly.
“What is to be embarrassed of, my love? Your body is like a temple. And it should be explored”
I mess with his hair for a little before kissing him more. He lifts me up and roughly slams me to the table, where we continued make out. He unzips his pants and releases… the lightsaber.
He looks at my reaction. He takes my hands and I begin to touch it. I gasp in fear as the hand motions get faster and faster. And before I know it
I am now traumatized. I quickly take my shirt and button it up quickly before he unbuttons it.
“I do not like what I see. Do you have any idea what it is like to look at yourself and wonder if you are enough? All my life, I have been told I am beautiful by people who treat me like I am ugly. My old producer… he… did something terrible to me. I can never look at my body without seeing the scars.”
Chuuya takes off his jacket and puts it around me. “Then we’ll have to work on healing those scars, together. No matter how long it takes. But Y/N,” he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “I love every part of you. And I hope you will soon”
I cry while giving him a hug. He pats my back, trying to calm me down.
He pulls me in closer and puts his chin on my head as I begin to lose control of my own emotions and just break down in his arms
I fight in his arms to regain control of my emotions and my composure to pull away from his warm and tempting embrace and almost succeed in doing so
When I feel a sudden dig at my rib and suddenly my face is BURIED IN HIS CHEST
“I would think you’d get the hint but I guess not” and he cups my face with one hand and slides his hand to push my chin up
Its not long but we made eye contact long enough for me to try and break free from his grasp again
“There isn’t a reason to be ashamed of any part of yourself.” and he pulls me back to his chest
“After all there is one more thing I have to take care of since you’ve deliberately defied me so many times. I’m sure you remember our earlier conversation”
“W-wait Ch-Chuuya w-we can t-talk about this r-right?!”
“No, you still have to be punished for calling me short”
And he sure did keep his promise because that night I had to change my whole ass mattress and replace my sheets and comforter because of him.
And that, unbeknownst to me, was the beginning of our love story.
Background: you are Seijoh’s manager (you’re a second year) and you were running with the boys and you trip and twist your knee and in the process and tear your meniscus
Y/N= First name
L/N= last name
F/C=favorite color
F/F=favorite food
I/C/N= Incel name
YOUR POV
I had gone to school this morning in a rush so as not to be late. But alas luck was not on my side today
Because I ended up being over 20 minutes late to class and with the rain I hadn’t seen a light pole and ran right into it thus cracking one of my glasses lenses in a spiderweb fashion now rendering my left eye useless and my vision doubled
I sprinted through the halls to my class and was fortunately able to slip in undetected before attendance was even called only to be grossly hit on by the classroom’s resident greasy sleaze ball nice guy upon my immediate entrance.
“Well well m’lady will you finally go out with me or be a fool and go out with some jerk?”
“I-I’m sorry I/C/N I’m just… not interested in you.”
“Wow you’re so rude L/N and I’ve been sooo nice to you”
I just avoided eye contact and just went to a nice darker corner of the room to get away from him and pray for the day to end without another absolute travesty happening again
But alas
This was not the case
“YYYYYYYYY/NNNNNNNNNNNNNN-CHAAAAAAAAAAAN!”
Of course Tooru fucking Oikawa had to come bursting in to the one class I had with the greasy incel
“What do you need Oikawa-San?”
“Y/N-chan we are having an extra practice next class and I thought I would come to tell you!”
“IS THIS WHY YOU WON’T GO OUT WITH ME?!? BECAUSE YOU’RE WITH HIM?!?!”
“I/C/N it’s not-“
“SO I’M JUST NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU?!?!”
“SHUT UP CAN’T YOU SEE I’M TRYING TO TALK TO THE MANAGER OF OUR VOLLEYBALL TEAM?!?!”
“Anyway Y/N-chan you’re free to join us at anytime but maybe you’ll wanna come early? We’re thinking of also planning a team bonding activity”
I realized I had a choice to go and join them when the teacher looked at me and nodded her head
“Of course I’ll help!”
And of course riiiiiiiiiiight when I got up and got to where Oikawa that nasty incel started screaming out a bunch of incoherent curses and… interesting expletives
Thankfully Oikawa had speedily put his hand to my lower back and escorted me out
“You deal with that everyday?”
“Yeah but it’s fine. As long as I ignore him there’s no worry”
“That doesn’t change that he’s being creepy and you shouldn’t have to deal with that”
“Just drop it Oikawa-san I can’t have you worrying about something that might cloud your mind”
TIME SKIP TO PRACTICE
“Alright boys I want all of you to go run to the track, run 2 laps and run back to build your endurance” the coach said while very specifically looking at Kyotani and as if to say ‘if you so much as get a scrape competing against each other I’ll skin you alive’
“Pardon my interruption coach but may I also run with the team? I’m trying to build my lung capacity for band again”
“Sure just make sure to keep an eye on Oikawa and Kyotani and not get lost”
And with that we were off
I put one headphone in and started jogging. At first I was at the middle of the pack but I steadily made my way to the front and when I finally made my way to the front I started running faster up the slope that would take us to the track.
By the time we finished the first lap out of my right ear I heard fast and thundering footsteps only to see Kyotani trying to sprint past me in order to assert his dominance but I sped up to double the pace of my music before starting my breathing technique for running thus officially leaving everyone in the dust.
I did not however account for Oikawa wanting to assert his dominance over Kyotani and Oikawa started SPRINTING not to catch up with me but to beat Kyotani. There was uh…one problem though.
Oikawa was EXTREMELY fast and had long legs (longer than mine like sheesh) I was worried he was gonna get hurt by trying to outrun everyone and right as he was finally catching up to me and about to pass me I started screaming “SLOW DOWN OIKAWA YOU’RE GONNA HURT YOURSELF AGAIN”
He IMMEDIATELY stopped running and only decided to run next to me and keep my pace since I already had out run the whole ass team and had lapped half the team
There was just one problem
The song changed to be faster
Like 30 BPM faster
So as the tempo changed in the music the tempo in my feet changed
“Y/N-CHAAAAAAAN SLOW DOWN I CAN’T KEEP UUUUUUUP”
“Sorry Oikawa but I gotta keep pace with my music for my training!”
He never caught all the way up to me but he stayed close behind
Which was a curse and a blessing for what I didn’t know what was coming
Because right after we got off the track I got my foot stuck in a hole and twisted my knee as I fell
“Y/N-CHAN!!”
“I’m okay Oikawa i just fell is all” which was true but I had to down play my injury in order to get better all around and to keep helping the team
“NO YOU’RE NOT YOU CAN’T FOOL ME! YOUR KNEE IS NOT OKAY! WE NEED TO GET YOU TO THE INFIRMARY!”
“I’m okay! Really! I can walk see?”
I then stand up only for my knee to betray me and give out
“Y/N”
He then runs to my side as I’m on the ground trying to quickly re-adjust my knee so it at least looks normal to make sure Oikawa doesn’t worry which could lead to me not being able to participate
“OH MY GOD Y/N ARE YOU OK?!?!?!”
“I-I’m ok I just need a few seconds to get up and walk it off is all-“
And of fucking course fucking Kindaichi catches up with us and that piece of shit of course calls out:
“HOLY SHIT L/N-SENPAI WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR KNEE IT’S ALL BENT OUT OF SHAPE”
So now there’s all this yelling because of Kindaichi’s panic call out and this of course brings on a new wave of panicked screaming from Oikawa and a now frantic Iwaizumi charging towards me
“It’s ok I-I’ll be fine I can walk it off. I always do I’m fine”.
“OI WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN?” Oh of course Iwaizumi jumps into this mess
of course Oikawa jumps back into this and it becomes apparent that he’s not giving up on this and I realize there might not be an out for this.
and finally after what seemed like ages Oikawa comes back to me but with Iwaizumi this time
“Y/N I’m going to pick you up by your armpits and Oikawa is gonna help me get you back to the gym ok?”
“I’ll be fine Iwaizumi-san I can make it back fine”
“Nope we’re carrying you. Actually I’m going to relocate your knee so you’ll be in less pain”
“Nonononononononono I’ll be ok really I just need to not be a baby and walk it off.”
“Oi Shittykawa hold her still so I can do this ok”
Oikawa crouched down near me and wrapped his arms around my upper body and as Iwaizumi was putting my knee back in place, Oikawa decided that I needed a stronger distraction than just a surprise hug from behind
And so he decides to dig his fingers into my ribs and starts plucking at them like an electric guitar and nuzzling my cheek with his nose
“Y/N-chan! What kind of captain would I be if I let our precious manager be hurt! And besides you’re always there for us so it’s only fair that we’re here for you!”
He of course moves his hands from my ribs to my tummy and that made it worse and made me squirm more than I had before and on top of that my laughter went from just barely held back giggles to full blown belly laughter
That gave Iwaizumi his chance to fix my knee and while I was distracted he got my leg and readjusted it at the knee, but as he was snapping my knee back to the correct position Oikawa went down to my hips and started scribbling there with his nails and I went WILD
“Awwww how cute! Your laugh is so pretty! I could just eat you up! Coochie coochie coo! Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle~!”
“Oi Shittykawa I’m done you can stop now”
“Come now Iwa-chan are you hearing her laughing? She never laughs! And she’s so cute!”
“We have to get her back to the club room so her knee can get checked out by the nurse”
“Awww ok.” And he pouts and lets me go as my giggles finally die down and I try to get up but quickly get pulled back to the ground only to immediately be picked up again princess style by Oikawa.
Timeskip~
I had been taken back to the club room and the nurse had confirmed that on top of the dislocation of my knee I must have dislocated my meniscus and will need a brace as well as crutches for a week or 2.
“But will I be able to march?”
“I’m afraid not my dear for 2 weeks”
I was about to pipe in calling bullshit only to be cut off by Oikawa:
“It’s ok Y/N-Chan you have us to help you! Besides I’ve dealt with something similar before as you know so I can give you some tips and tricks too.” He says as he wraps his arms around me and nuzzles into my neck affectionately
I immediately get flustered by this and the nurse pipes in
“I-I’ll step out for a second so you 2 can have a moment to process”
Smooth. Real smooth
“Now that we’re alone I want to ask you something Y/N-chan. Just hear me out ok?”
“O-ok”
“I know we’ve known each other since early-ish middle school and that’s a long time, but I want to ask you something, will y-you go on a date with me Y/N-chan? I know this seems sudden but it’s been sitting for a while and I couldn’t just let it wither away in my brain. but If it already wasn't obvious to you Y/N-chan I've really liked you for some time and there’s no way I can live without you by my side. Every waking moment I’m with you it feels like a dream that I never want to wake up from”
“A-are you s-saying y-you l-like me O-Oikawa-san?”
“Yes Y/N-chan I do. More than that actually.” He says as he gently takes my hands in his and looks directly at me in my E/C eyes and smiled warmly. “It’s actually quite interesting how you didn’t notice~”
“I had no idea you felt that way. Considering you could have any girl you want and-”
“Y/N I swear to God if you say that you’re not good enough I might actually scream.”
“Oikawa-san! You can’t cuss! Hypocrite!”
Then he stuck his tongue out at me and blew a raspberry as he crossed his arms too.
“I didn’t use dirty language though! But on a separate note you better not say you’re good enough for me~”
“Ok but when you have creeps like I/C/N hitting on you and no one else then it gives that impression.”
“Ewwwww how dare he. I’m still jealous because there are boys from the baseball team who hit on you. Like just cause you can hit a ball with a stick doesn’t mean you’re good enough for Y/N-chan”
“What do you mean ‘good enough for me’? I’m not good enough looking for that high of a standard.”
“Look I love you and everything but you are painfully oblivious. A LOT of boys look at you. And you should have better standards because your looks? Stunning. Your personality is amazing too”
He walked over to me again and looked at me.
“But you ha-”
And he kisses me
“Oikawa-”
“Sorry Y/N-chan I couldn’t let you keep saying that stuff about yourself”
He just shrugs after that whole bombshell drop and sits down next to me on the bed and puts me on his lap
“Hey careful of the brace!”
“I know I know. And weren’t you the one telling me to be careful about mine~”
“Sh-shut up” I said getting flustered
“You know you love me~”
1 WEEK LATER…
“Alrighty boys you’ll be running up the hill to the track, 2 laps around the track and back down again. Except you L/N because you’re injured.”
“Awwwww come on coach I think I can do it! Pleeeeeease?
Then Oikawa piped in with the rich statement of:
“L/N you remember the doctor telling you to stay off it for 3 weeks and be on crutches for that time”
“Well I feel fine so screw it. A week is enough for me.”
“How about this coach, since I myself have been having problems with my knee I’ll stay back with her to make sure she doesn’t try anything sneaky.”
Iwaizumi had taken this as his chance to chime in:
“Wow shittykawa is doing something mature for once and taking care of himself at the same time”
And with that they were off
I had tried to get up as they were leaving when Oikawa had looked away for just a second
But
I did not succeed
“Hey where are you going you goofball?” Oikawa said as he grabbed onto my hips and pulled me into his lap this undoing my work to stand up again.
“Y-you can’t keep me down for long Oikawa!”
“Yes I can darling~just watch” as he finished saying that he put me between his legs and put them over mine to prevent me from standing again
“Oh and just for good measure to make sure you can’t escape~” he had grabbed both my wrists with one hand and started tickling me in all my weak areas on my tummy, sides, ribs etc.
“Oh look at that it seems my little Y/N-chan can’t move~ too bad she tried to fight me earlier forgetting I’m bigger in both weight and height.”
