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PLDSDFHSFJK HOW DARE HE BE SO FUCKING FINE 😭

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So Far

Yandere Haikyuu x Black! Fem Reader

1-2-3

TW//: reader smokes, reader has a speech impediment, cussing, and some possible other mature themes.

Description:

As you start out college, your aunt asks of you to start attending therapy sessions to alleviate your negative experiences of the past. However, you start to realize that the past can sometimes be inescapable.

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A/N: Thank you so much for 16 notes on the last chapter, I really appreciate it 🥺❤. Let me know if you want to be apart of the taglist </3

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AUNT EM LIKED TO WAKE up fresh in the morning to make her famous eggs. Being a late riser, you always passed up on the eggs and went straight for the coffee maker. "Hmph, you'd rather drink that dull shit over my eggs, huh?"

You let out a giggle and took a sip of your mug. "Coffee over everything, Auntie. It eases my anxiety.”

Aunt Em chuckled, patting your shoulder. "And what are you anxious about?”

You shrugged. "I don't know, just being a new student and all."

"Well, that's normal! Besides, you're only the new kid for a few months. It'll be a cakewalk, and then you can move along to a good college.”

Your face lit up with optimism. "Really?”

"Really. Six months ain't never hurt anybody!" You giggled at her reply. She opened her arms in for a hug; you rolled your eyes and went in. "Also, cut it out with the cigarettes, please! I don't want that shit stinking up the house."

You nodded, giving her a small smile. "I'll try."

The car ride to school made you feel a bit on edge; Aunt Em silently hummed some gospel tunes as she drove through Miyagi. You stared down at your uniform skirt; thankfully, it didn't accentuate but conceal your curvy features.

Aunt Em’s car pulled into the school driveway, bringing your anxiety to its peak. “Try to make some friends, okay? Don’t make your last few months of high school boring.”

“Yeah.”

Aunt Em waved goodbye as you walked to the main office to grab your new schedule. The hallways were crowded, lots of people, lots of tall boys especially. You got a weird look from someone every now and then but paid no attention to it. 

“(Y/n)?”

“..What are you thinking about (Y/n)?”

You snapped out of your daze. “O--oh, just l--life.”

“Could you be more specific?”

"Finally, we have our two big gyms. The first one is used for guys and the second is for the girls."

You saw a glimpse of what it looked to be the boys' volleyball team practicing, even from your point of view they seemed pretty good. One boy caught your eye in particular, you didn't know much about volleyball but you were familiar with the positions, he was really good at spiking the ball.

The student tourist smiled, noting your lingering curiosity. "I see you found the boys' volleyball team."

You nodded at the student tourist with a smile. "Who's the one with the brown hair?"

She chuckled. "Ooh, that's Tooru Oikawa, setter and captain of the volleyball team. He's like an idol here or whatever, never really saw the hype but he's not so bad on the eyes.  Wanna go say hello?"

So that's his name. You felt your heart flutter, well maybe your stomach. Your eyes then widened, did anyone mention you were boy-shy? You quickly shook your head 'no'. "I--I think I have a good idea of how to navigate through the school. Thank you so much Aiko!"

"Uh yeah, sure. Come sit with my friends and I at lunch, it's not everyday we meet someone like you. You're so adorable!" 

You felt the heat rise inside of your cheeks. You flashed her a smile before rushing to your next class before the bell rang.

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Little random rant time.

I’m honestly so tired of people treating minors like they are mindless children who can’t/won’t/don’t make their own decisions. Yeah, a 17-year-old can be a fucking child but so can a 23-year-old?? Like??? At the ripe old age of 19, aka JUST BARELY AN ADULT I am still very much young minded and dependent and pretty similar to most 17-year-olds out there. Like honestly, your age doesn’t change your life and perception. You know what makes you mature? Experiences. Going to college made me more mature. Graduating and finally leaving high school made me more mature. Deciding to stop letting abusive people manipulate me into continuing relationships and friendships made me more mature. I am not necessarily any smarter or mature or more capable than any 17 or even 16-year-old out there. I have met 15-year-olds that have more intelligence and maturity and life experience than some fucking 30-year-olds I’ve known. The only thing being 18 does is give you legal rights to some parts of your life. 18 is not some magical age where you suddenly should only NOW be held responsible for your actions or decisions. Maybe legally it’s different, but personality and societally, you are no different. For fucks sake you aren’t even a “legal adult” in Japan or Korea until you’re 20. 

Stop acting like minors are infants and should be safeguarded like little fragile glass dolls. And if you ARE going to infantilize and overprotect, overprotect ANY young person. Not just “minors.” An 18, 19, 20, 21, 22 year old shouldn’t be any less protected than a 17 year old, at least in my opinion. Anyone young is still really fucking liable to have shitty stuff happen to them and not be able to handle it. I’m just as uncomfortable at 19 being hit on by an old man as I was at 17. 

Also, give minors a voice. They have a right to be heard, just like any other adult. Your opinion isn’t less because your age is. Do you know how many revolutionary-minded young people there are in this world? So many you’d lose count. We have so many problems that we decide to segregate because of age. Yes, we have our adult age set in law for a reason, but that reason should not be exploited and blown out of proportion. You do not get to shove your personal societal values onto something that is solely based in reasons of legality and logic. 

Okay, sorry if that was super fucking long winded but I needed to get that off my chest. It’s been bothering me. Feel free to ignore the fuck out of this because as per usual it is literally all just my opinion. Probably going to get hate for this. I won’t be surprised. 

-Thursday 

Black girls deserve fairy tales.

We deserve to be delicate.

We deserve to be swooned and fawned over.

We deserve to be regal.

We deserve to be tender.

We deserve to reclaim all the softness that was taken from us.

Practical Magic, Sally Owens

But sometimes, when the wind is warm or the crickets sing, I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for. I just want someone to love me - I want to be seen.