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midnight blue ribbon. - k.tobio

synopsis: muggleborn siblings, (name) and tooru oikawa, were seperated by a divorce, (name), stayed with her father, starting her magic studies at ilvermorny, and her brother stayed home in england, studying at hogwarts. but somehow, her parents work it out, (name) would be a transferee at hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. facing all sorts of new faces, and new obstacles. any obstacle, you would face head on, as long as the crow with a scroll of parchment tied shut by a midnight blue ribbon, keeps tapping at her dorm window.

warnings: foul language, suggestive jokes (of course, these are hormonal teens we're talking about.), fem reader

genres: fluff

notes: SORRY IF THE SYNOPSIS IS TOO LONG THIS STORY IS A LOT.. this is basically a movie-only harry potter fan makes a hogwarts au so sorry if i have misconceptions on how things work in the wizarding world. and for the sake of the story, oikawa and you are 6th years (both are 17), tobio is a 5th year (he's 16). also i have no idea how the dorm rooms will work so i'm freestyling, since j.k rowling did NOT mention anything about how many students there will be in 1 dorm room since how are there 5 gryffindor boys in their year..? this will start out as an experimental oneshot, and if i get asks to make this a series, i'll continue it! (with painfully slow updates), ALSO I'M FILIPINO I GREW UP WITH ENGLISH BEING A SECOND LANGUAGE SO IM SORRY IF I SCREW GRAMMAR STUFF UP!! definitions for unfamilliar creatures, potions and spells will be linked.

you thought silence was bearable. well, in fact, you loved silence, it gave you space to think, and relax. but the silence of sitting in the same compartment as your brother, tooru oikawa, is undoubtedly, uncomfortable. not because of the divorce of your parents, and so many years being apart, but because right in front of you, is a 17 year old tooru. he's grown taller than what you expected, and he's now a man. it's hard to find a topic that you'd think your brother would fully engage in a conversation for. you kept thinking of something to talk about, to break the silence, usually, siblings would chat casually, but you eventually forgot what it felt like having a brother. but before anyone in the room could speak, a group of three boys knocked on the glass sliding door of the train compartment, and welcomed themselves in. the boys are about your and your brother's age. a silver haired boy that's surprisingly tall and buff for a teenager makes himself home to the spot next to you, and the other two, a boy with brown hair and sharp green eyes and a boy with intentional bed hair and a cheeky smile sat at the spots next to tooru, sandwiching the poor guy between them.

"woah, that's rare of you to sit with some girl and not with us."

the one with the rooster hair spoke up, and slapped your brother's back with a little smirk, earning a pained groan from him. the others just snickered.

"heya, honey. i'm tetsuro kuroo, but you could call me yours."

he extends his hand to you, expecting a handshake.

"i'm—"

as you grab hold of kuroo's hand, tooru pinches him, forcing him to retract his hand.

"she's my sister, (name). and (name), the idiot next to you is kotaro bokuto, and this lad on my right is hajime iwaizumi."

tooru smiles at you, like it hasn't been years since you've seen eachother. the train engine makes its loud debut, the horns sounding, signalling that it's ready to go. the train departs the station, and your conversations with the 4 boys continue.

"well, if she's your sister, how come i've never seen her round the castle?"

bokuto examines your face with wide, curious eyes, and with a hand to his chin.

"that must be because her robes are blank. she's a transferee, i think."

iwaizumi just casually crosses his leg over to his other, and relaxes his back onto the cushion of the seat. kuroo smiled, he caught sight of the old trolley witch walking along with a cart filled with sweets, stood up, and bought something for himself. tooru had his head back, clearly fighting his sleepiness, bokuto on the other hand, is busy showing off his chocolate frog cards to you, but all the information just slipped your mind. kuroo returns to his seat, and hands you a cauldron cake in a small, colorful box.

"thought it'd only be right to give you a hogwarts welcoming gift."

you accept it gracefully. this guy's not so bad, not like his hair, at all. you space out, while looking at the box, and you smile at it like it's your first child.

all of the boys in your compartment, slowly fell asleep as time progresses on your trip to your new school. as the morning, turned into noon, nearing sunset. you got a little bored, and started to observe the students walking past your compartment. most were first years, with blank robes like you, exploring around. but one student caught your eyes. A boy with dark hair, slightly younger than you, angrily stomping around with a scowl on his face, a few black feathers flying out from.. wherever. you wondered, whatever could have caused that terrifying expression? but, you decided not to ponder on it a little more than that. you stayed awake the entire time so you could wake your brother and his friends just on time to hop off the train.

the train stopped at its one and only destination from king's cross; hogwarts. you woke the boys up, one by one.

"we're at hogwarts, get up everyone."

the four groaned, and eventually got up, to get off the train, with you following along. a giant man with an equally giant beard named hagrid, guided the students to where they needed to be. in a boat. honestly, it felt like you were in a can of sardines, since the boat you're on is filled with 17 year olds. you looked at the boat that's floating beside you, it's the guy who's running around with feathers up his ass, or something. he's a lot more charming, and a lot less scary than when you first saw him. sitting beside him, is a bright orange haired boy, you could've sworn you saw him as a big, spiky, floating tangerine that someone could've casted the levitation charm on in your peripheral vision. the orange little guy is bouncing around on the boat, causing little ripples to appear in the still water, an older silver haired boy that appears to be a seventh year, holds the boy down, in fear of the boat flipping upside down.

"they're a rowdy bunch, don't mind them, unless you'd love to lend an ear to their extensive, passionate talks about quidditch."

"i don't know about that, tetsu, that little shrimp there's pretty fun to talk to!"

bokuto waves at the boy he's talking about, getting a cheerful wave and a very loud "HELLO, BOKUTO!!" in return, before that same seventh year scolds him. kuroo notices you staring a liiiittle too long at a certain boy, that's now currently yelling at his.. friend? aquaintance? enemy? you don't even know. he chuckles, he's about to say something to tease you for staring, but he'll keep it to himself. for now, at least. the boats start moving towards the large marble castle, built atop an island. the boats dock at a safe spot for everyone to get off themselves, and the first years excitedly glance around, their eyes darting from place to place, with a sparkle of wonder in them. you were about to follow your brother and his best men directly into the great hall, but iwaizumi stops you.

"oh, uh. you're supposed to go with the first years. you haven't been sorted yet, so you'll go a bit later than we're going. and don't fret, transferees get sorted first, it'll be over within seconds."

you nod, and you nervously started to walk in the direction of the first years, nervously waving your new aquaintances, and your brother, goodbye. you follow the tiny children to a hallway, where bags, trunks, the cages and carriers of the students' pets are stacked, up some polished stone stairs, to a large door, which you assume is an entrance to the great hall. a witch stood there, presumably waiting for the first years. which would be the professor, stepped in front of the many tiny witches and wizards, you tower over them, making you stick out like a sore thumb.

"welcome to hogwarts. i am professor mcgonagall, the head of gryffindor house. now, in a few moments, you will pass through these doors, and join your classmates. before you take your seats, you will be sorted into one of four houses. they are gryffindor, hufflepuff, ravenclaw and slytherin..."

professor mcgonagall stood with a graceful, and dignified stature, and continued to explain about the house cup, and its point system, based on the behavior and achievements of the students of a hogwarts house.

"the sorting ceremony, will begin shortly."

she walks away, leaving to enter the great hall. while you wait, you keep yourself occupied with a chocolate frog card, that bokuto gave you earlier on the train while he talked about his full collection. it's a card of godric gryffindor. you were busy assessing the design of the card, when a little girl with a head of familliar orange hair, tugs at your robes.

"i see you have a godric gryffindor card! uh, can we trade? i have a helga hufflepuff one, if you're interested. i have 5 copies of her, so don't worry. i reaaaaally need that one to complete my hogwarts founder cards!"

you smiled, and you gladly accepted her trade offer.

"of course, i'll take you up on your offer. here you go."

she beams, and she takes the card out of your hands, and replaces it with one that's of helga hufflepuff.

"my name's natsu! if you ever have a card of merlin or of ollivander's, you can easily find me if you wanna trade some more!"

"well, i'm (name), i can't completely guarantee i'll get those cards, i'll at least make sure to expand my inventory."

you laughed, and natsu reminded you of your own tiny 11 year old self, cheerfully chatting with your classmates at ilvermorny. professor mcgonagall walks in again.

"we're ready for you now, please follow me."

the professor leads everyone through two large doors, which proceeds to the great hall, where there are four long tables, hundreds— no, maybe thousands of students are sitting at. floating candles dot the ceiling of the hall, you overhear a student talking about how the ceiling is bewitched to look like the night sky. you, and the first years are led to the front of the hall, facing all the hogwarts students in the tables of their respective houses, some looked bored, and didn't bother observing the sorting ceremony, others excitedly waited for their younger siblings to be sorted, and a few people looked interested in the older kid in a sea of first years. you turn to your other side, you saw a long table similar to the tables you've just seen, but a little shorter. there, sat several professors, and professor dumbledore. then your eyes lead you to a small stool, with a hat on it.

"all right, will you wait along here, please? now, before we begin, professor dumbledore would like to say a few words."

mcgonagall stepped aside, for everyone to see the wizard, rising from the main table. it was just something about the third floor being a dangerous place, and about the forbidden forest being.. well, forbidden.

"when i call your name, you will come forth, then you shall be sorted into your houses, but, first, i would like to make an announcement to.. all students."

professor mcgonagall walked up to the center, and talked with a stern, and booming voice, enough to be heard from the end of the great hall,

"before we begin the sorting ceremony of the first years, i would like to welcome a new student from ilvermorny, being a transfer student, i, and the staff of hogwarts, expect you to welcome her with open arms. now, will miss (name) oikawa step forward to have your house sorted?"

you gulped, as you sat on the stool, mcgonagall picks up the hat, and places it upon your head.

"now what have we here?"

the hat spoke. the hat spoke. and you thought your life was magical enough, now there's a talking hat, on your head.

"quite the interesting girl we have.. let me ask you, what house would you prefer to be in?"

"... never thought about it, sorry, sorting hat."

"would you walk a path you create for yourself, or would you walk on the path that others paved for you?"

"... i would rather walk the path i create myself, i guess."

"you'll be great in.. hufflepuff!"

the students clapped, and mcgonagall pointed at the hufflepuff table, for you to know where you now belong. you stared at the helga hufflepuff card you traded your gryffindor card for. would this be some funny coincidence? you sat down at the table, and you were sat beside a blonde girl with hazel eyes, and a boy with long hair, tied into a bun, and facial hair. he oddly looks like an adult.

"i know what you're thinking, with the facial hair, stature, i know. i'm asahi, i'm a seventh year. nice to meet you, and welcome to hufflepuff."

he took your hand, and shook it.

"nice to meet you too!"

you felt like he was easy to talk to, despite his intimidating features.

"and i'm hitoka..!"

the girl beside you, yelled a little too loudly, and students from other tables turned their heads at her. she quickly sits down, and slams her head against the wooden table.

"oh my god, are you okay?"

you panicked, and put your hand on her shoulder, to make sure she's okay.

"god, that was embarassing!"

asahi, from beside you, sighs, and quietly pulls out his wand, and conjures up a spell.

"glacius."

the tip of his wand glowed a cool white, a small blizzard of snowflakes clustered up together, the cold breeze rushing into a cup, freezing the water, and they turn into ice cubes. the silver haired older kid you saw earlier while you were in a boat, quickly pulls out a handkerchief, flattens it onto the table on your side.

"wingardium leviosa."

asahi casts the levitation charm on the ice cubes in the cup, the ice floating seamlessly in the air. asahi lowers it down onto the small cloth that was laid down. he wraps it up, and hands it to the young girl beside you.

"you do this every year, hitoka, that head slamming's gonna turn you dumb, you've already earned a p in your defence against the dark arts o.w.l's!"

"that's because i missed studying for that! i was taking extra classes and i had too much on my hands!"

that same silver haired guy held genuine concern for hitoka, sort of like tough love from a mother. the blonde groans, the faint bruise on her forehead is already embarrassing enough to deal with, but it hurts like hell.

"if you're wondering, the student that is incredibly infuriated, yet worried about poor hitoka beside you, is koshi sugawara, the hufflepuff house prefect and head boy."

asahi introduces you to the student. he's quite the charmer, his face sort of looks.. refreshing. sugawara smiles at you, and opens his mouth to say,

"hitoka's fine, she's always gets like this whenever she meets someone new. last year, she's knocked down a full cauldron of draught of living death, onto a gryffindor student, yu nishinoya. she was partnered with him in potions class. it melted through his robes, and i had to help a prefect carry him to the hospital wing."

sugawara grimaces, remembering the time the potion melted a hole through his robes, and lightly burned nishinoya's skin. the sorting ceremony concluded, and the feast begins. silver platters filled with all kinds of food, suddenly appear at the students' house tables. you, of course, picked your favorites from them, you hear really aggressive muffled yelling from the gryffindor table. you raised you head from your food, and to the source of the commotion, that same duo from the boat, were eating really fast. that feathery, dark haired boy was eating fast, but he gives time to chew, and not look like a mess. meanwhile, the ginger that sat beside him, energetically stuffed his cheeks to the brim with all kinds of food, stacking platters upon platters.

"how the hell does hinata not get a stomachache after his eating competitions with kageyama? i'd immediately surrender within 7 full plates.."

asahi, sort of looked sick. though, you agree with what he said. you can eat no more than a few plates before feeling sick from being full, and begging for the food to digest faster.

"all that food, and none of that goes to his height."

you saw a blonde boy with a brown undercut at the slytherin table, snicker at the two, a boy with grey hair, and the same undercut that looks exactly the same as him, just doesn't bother looking at the two.

"atsumu miya, and his twin brother, osamu. they're slight assholes— actually, maybe a little more that slight, if there's a word for that. atsumu is a loud asshole, and osamu is just a little more discreet about his assholeyness, you know? but they're tooootally monsters at quidditch. maybe them being mean little dudes give them an advantage. oh! and i'm satori tendo, by the way! nice to meet a student from ilvermorny!"

another spiky haired student appears in front of you. and you'd be convinced if someone told you that hogwarts is a magnet for people with weird hair. you just smiled, and shook hands with the guy.

"also, oikawa? would that mean that you'd be the sister of mr. freaky pleasant face?"

tendo squints at you and tilts his head.

"mr. freaky pleasant face? does tooru hook up with girls or something?"

at the mention of his name, your brother turns to your table. he's a slytherin, so he's quite close to where you are.

"no, i do NOT get into those kinds of activities."

he defends himself with a sure and stern voice. and he glares at tendo, the look on his face saying 'if you say anything that's weird and absolutely untrue to my sister, i'll smash your face in with a quaffle.'

"well, he does have lots of girls pining after him, it'd only make sense if he'd done that with some of them. also, hey (name)! shame you're a hufflepuff, i would've loved showing you around the common room."

kuroo waves at you with a stupid smile, but immediately drops it when tooru elbows him in his sides.

"well, that's that."

tendo giggles a little at the situation. later, your house prefect leads you and the new hufflepuff residents to your dorms. sugawara suggests that you should be beside him, so you don't accidentally bump into a shorter first year. your group of hufflepuffs are lead to an underground passageway, the basement of the castle, decorated with lots of paintings of food.

"the paintings are there, 'cause the kitchens and the hufflepuff dorms are kind of in the same corridor."

sugawara says, beside you. this passageway is lit warmly, with torches. despite this being a basement, it gives off the most homely energy. you could hear the house elves behind the shut castle kitchen's doors chatter, and prepare recipes that could possibly be for tomorrow's breakfast. you could smell the familliar scent of baked goods wafting into your nose.

"other students drop by the dorms and common room regularly. it's pretty comfortable, and it feels like home. not just to hufflepuffs, but to all hogwarts students."

sugawara then stops in front of a circle door, framed by pretty vines, a pile of large barrels were stacked in a shadowy recess on the right-hand-side of the corridor. sugawara tapped on the barrel two from the bottom, a barrel middle of the second row in a rhythm that sounds similar to the name of the hufflepuff founder, 'helga hufflepuff'. the lid of the barrel swung open, and sugawara turns to all of you.

"(name), you go first, then i follow. the rest of you first-years, just follow along with us please."

"do i.. crawl through?"

"what else would you do? now go ahead."

you gulped, and entered the barrel, crawling along the sloping, earthy passage that seemed to travel upwards, revealing the common room, in its cozy, yellow glory. the hufflepuff common room is said to 'always feel sunny'. and it really does. no wonder why people love this place, the place has circular windows, that have a view of a vast land of grass and dandelions, the room is just the perfect place to be, the smell from the kitchens are making this place even cozier. there are interesting looking plants, their pots, hanging from the ceiling. sugawara snaps all of you out of your awe, and reminds you that you're here to look at where you'll be sleeping for your stay at hogwarts. the dormitories are reached through round doors in the common room. he opens the dormitory doors, to a stone staircase, one end, spiraling downstairs, and one end for upstairs.

"girl's dorms are up there, boy's dorms are down here. your belongings should've already been brought to your dorms. if there's anything missing, or if there's a mix-up in anything, let me know, and i'll help."

sugawara gestures you up to the girl's dorm, where you find that the dormitory is actually a tower, dorms seperated by years. the sixth years are on the sixth floor, so you head up there, alone. you arrived at what you assumed to be the sixth year girls dorms, there are several circular doors for you to go through, but luckily, there are names on small wooden planks for students and their roommates. you enter the dorm with your name on a plank, and only one other student. 'yui michimiya'. you immediately spot your cat, in her carrier. she must've waited for you, beside your own luggage and trunks, all this time. you immediately free your cat from her confines, and set down her food & water bowl. you notice that your roommate's immediately tucked in for the night, dozing off in her bed.. the lights were dimmed down to adjust to the night. someone knocks on your dorm door. you get up, to open it, and there standing before you, is sugawara.

"madam sprout wants you to be in the common room with the first years, it's mandatory. she'll just hand you the timetable schedules, and some guidelines, and the history of hufflepuff, and what not. i'm sure you already know your way, so i'll just head down to the boys dorms."

he smiles with his lips, and moves out of the way, his arms leading you out of your dorm room, sort of like a 'ladies first' gesture, and you make your way down first, and opening the door connecting the dormitories to the common room. there, you find around 10 first years, the amount of hufflepuff girls and boys split evenly into a 5:5 ratio, sat on the many couches and chairs. you make your way to an empty solo couch, and madam sprout clears her throat to turn the chattering students' attention to her.

"first years, i'm your head of house, madam sprout, and i'd like to welcome to your house, hufflepuff! now, before we go on to hand out your timetables for class, let's go over a brief introduction to the founding of the hufflepuff house, and helga hufflepuff's role in founding hogwarts."

she did exactly what she said, and touched on the topics she mentioned.

"helga hufflepuff was one of four founders of hogwarts, while the other founders, godric gryffindor, salazar slytherin and even rowena ravenclaw chose their favorites or, 'special students', helga hufflepuff accepts all witches and wizards of all backgrounds, whether you'd be a muggle, a pureblood, or a halfblood."

you were trying not to fall asleep immediately, but once the short history lesson ended, she handed everybody their set class timetables. the first years have transfiguration in the morning, and you have potions. madam sprout dismisses all of you, and you and the 5 other hufflepuff girls head into the girls dorm tower, and tucked in for the night. you quietly open your dorm door, careful not to wake your roommate, and you changed into a nightgown, a sleeping garment you thought was corny, but your dad insisted getting you lots of elegant nightgowns, as hogwarts is a castle, and you're a lady, and you'll fit right in like a character from a fairytale. well, he's certainly right about that, looking at yourself in the mirror, it felt sort of awkward, but it also felt right. being a student in a gorgeous historical castle wouldn't be that bad. and with those thoughts, you head straight to bed.

you jolt awake from the sound of metal dropping. you blink your eyes, to adjust to the sunlight, shining from the dorm windows, and you see.. your roommate. yui michimiya. she bent down on the floor, not noticing you, already awake. she picked up what seems to be her ring from the floor with a subtle smile, and proceeds to turn in your direction, and lands her eyes on you, with a shriek.

"good morning.."

you waved at her, a yawn accompanying your morning greetings. what a great first impression. you looked at your pocket watch. 5:24 am.

"merlin, you scared me!"

michimiya puts her hand to her chest, with a slouched pose to make it look like she's seen enough of things that scared her.

"i'm yui, i'm pretty sure you've seen the name on the.. thing?"

she adjusts her tie.

"uh, yeah. why are you up so early? don't classes start at 8?"

"oh, uh, i usually go for a morning stroll, but you could also take that time to freshen up, eat breakfast, and stuff.. sorry if i'm not a good hogwarts tour guide, i just have a lot going on. sugawara usually wakes up earlier than everyone, so he must be in the common room. you could ask him!"

michimiya quickly dashes outside. i wonder what's gotten her like that? you decide to change into some new robes, and get ready for the day.. and maybe make a stop at the kitchens for toast. you adjust your yellow and black tie in the mirror, eyes lingering on the hufflepuff patch on your robes. your first day in hogwarts, ever. you grab your leather book bag, not bothering to check what's in it and you head to the common room, to find michimiya, chatting with an older student in the same house, their fingers interlocking, and they look.. very in-love. you thought she went for a stroll.. but you'd rather not think on it. you find sugawara, on the common room couch by the fireplace, reading a book. he turns to you and he waves.

"good morning, (name)! heading to the great hall for breakfast? i'll come with you."

"i thought i'd need a good meal before doing anything."

sugawara chuckles, and guides you out of the common rooms, from the passageway, to the great hall. only a few students are eating, after all, it's only the beginning of the breakfast hours. sugawara leads you a table where his friends are sitting at. this time, the houses aren't divided by tables, but students are free to come and go from one table to another. you are sat at the gryffindor table, a house where majority of sugawara's friends are in.

"yooo suga!"

a loud student with a small stature greeted sugawara.

"oh, (name), this is uh, nishinoya."

"is.. is that the draught of living death guy?"

"ah, well, yes."

sugawara awkwardly scratches the back of his neck, since nishinoya's pretty embarrased about that incident.

"it's the transferee girl! i'm shoyo hinata, transferees are pretty rare around here. what's ilvermorny like? is the food different?"

the boy with a meadow of orange on his head eagerly asked you so many questions, and his friend pulls him down onto the bench by the robes.

"can't you stay still for a second? don't ask questions all the sudden."

"and this grump over here is tobio kageyama."

hinata pointed at the guy he was referring to. you looked over at him, and you waved with a friendly smile. he just.. didn't wave back? or say anything? he just stiffens and doesn't spare you a glance. sugawara looked at him with a knowing smirk.

"don't tell me.."

hinata looks at the both of them, confused, nishinoya deciding he'll keep to himself, his mouth is busy chewing his food anyway. the gryffindor's breakfast table sort of looked like a buffet, with a spread of all sorts of breakfast food. you let out an awkward sounding fake laugh, then grabbed some toast, and other stuff you like, and you ate your food, in silence.

"where's kei? thought he'd escape bokuto asking for homework answers."

the words of nishinoya's question were muffled, since he stuffed his face with seemingly one of all the food on the table.

"asking? that's borderline harrassment."

sugawara directs his head to a cheery bokuto asking all sorts of questions to an amazingly tall boy, with blonde hair and glasses and a blank face across the great hall, at the ravenclaw table. he makes his way to the gryffindor table, with bokuto sticking to him like glue.

"hey, hey, hey! it's (name)!"

he walks behind you and ruffles your hair. the beanpole sits next to you, and quietly continues eating, silently sending an apology to you, hoping that bokuto's attention would be diverted from him.

"hey, could you ask tooru if he's doing well in any of the subjects? i want him to catch me up on anything."

"oh, sure! nice to see ya again, and enjoy your first day (name)!"

you waved bokuto goodbye, and sighed. you liked his prescence, but you needed a little chill today.

"that was smart."

"thanks..? uh.."

the guy beside you praised your efforts at driving bokuto away, the ravenclaw notices how you were about to call him by name, but you don't even know it.

"kei. kei tsukishima."

"oh, uh. thanks, kei, i'm (name)."

he nods, and continues poking at the fried chicken on his plate with his fork. wow, this guy's pretty hard to talk to. sugawara leans in closer to your ear and says,

"don't worry about him, he's not used to interaction with girls, same with kageyama."

sugawara chuckles, he's a pretty good guide. after you were finished with eating (and chatting with all of gryffindor), you stood up, and pulled out a piece of parchment with your class schedule on it. you had a potions class at seven, it's now currently 6:47 am. you figured you'd get to class early. sugawara, tsukishima, hinata, nishinoya and kageyama got up with you too, all of them, except sugawara going ahead, it's just kageyama lagging behind the group.

"sugawara, could you show me where the potions classes are?"

"oh, i have divination, and i need to get there fast.. hmm.. oh! tobio has potions next, he could show you. tobio!"

he called out to the boy, and he came jogging back, with a menacing look on his face. scary.

"could you lead her to the potions classroom? i have divination, i'll think of something to pay you back!"

he froze up, again. does he really not like you? or is he just like that because you're an older girl?

"... sure."

"i'm counting on you, thanks, dude!"

sugawara ran to the exit of the great hall, waving to the two of you behind him. now, it's just you and mr. girl anxiety. he turns to you with a weird face.

"f..follow me."

merlin, his talking game with women is at rock bottom. compared to your brother, who could charm people to his advantage, this guy's charisma is abysmal. hopefully, he grows out of it. you apologise to him in your head for straight up insulting him. well, maybe his awkwardness is his charm. you two started walking out of the great hall. you're having trouble keeping up, since this guy makes crazy strides with his long legs. you were panting just from trying to keep up with him.

"w—"

you inhale, exhale.

"wait! merlin, you're fast."

he freezes in his steps. you were leaning on the stone walls, sitting on the dusty floor, just resting. he realizes he was walking too fast, and extends his hand towards you, averting his gaze.

"sorry. but we'd best not be late, i'll.. i'll walk a little slower this time."

looking up at him from this angle, he's bloody gorgeous. dark hair, eyes the color of the deepest parts of the ocean, you're almost tempted to dive in. his lips turning into a subtle pout, his unbelievably perfect eyebrows furrowed, disappointed by his mistake. you sigh, and get up, with the assistance of your grip on his hand.

"it's okay."

and this time, he adjusts to your pace perfectly, like you're walking with a reflection of yourself. freaky. you arrive at your classroom, and you enter, to be greeted by the sights of a low ceiling, shelves filled with potions, cauldrons, all sorts of glassware and equipment, and potion ingredients, students bringing out their books and their own cauldrons. professor snape turns his head, he stares down at the both of you, an intimidating energy emitting from him. but really, it's just him applauding the transferee for being early, usually new students would get lost inside the castle before they could make it to class. your wise decision to ask to get someone to lead you to the right place saved you from embarassment on your first day.

kageyama taps your shoulder, pointing at the cauldrons on the shelf. you had your cauldron in your trunk, and somehow its' whisked itself out of it and put neatly on the potions classroom's shelves. you both grab your respective cauldrons and found a table where you could make potions in peace, in the back. kageyama pulls out a chair for you to sit in, and made himself comfortable on the stool beside you. that's kind of him. you looked at the boy beside you, he has his book of advanced potions out, so you grab your book bag, and looked inside. your herbology book, history of magic, DADA and astronomy book were all in there, but.. you realize that you forgot your potions textbook. you look for professor snape in the room, maybe he has a spare book! but, he's quite scary to talk to, so asking him for a spare is crossed out on the list. so you turn to the only option left.

"uh, hey, tobio. could you share the book? i forgot mine back at the dorms, i wanna do some light reading."

"yeah, it's alright, i guess.."

he slides the textbook in your direction.

"don't you need it too?"

"yeah, but i don't find it to be necessary reading before class."

ouch, was that a jab at your habit of reviewing, or is he just this honest? he really doesn't sugarcoat things. you quietly open the book so you could read. suddenly, kageyama places his two long fingers onto the paper of the book, and gently moves it a little towards him. and under his breath, he mumbles,

"i guess i could use some reading."

odd. that's odd. he said that he didn't like reviewing before class, but now he's doing it. pick a struggle, man. you move your chair closer to his, so you could see better. your arms were touching at this distance. kageyama let out a quiet grunt, his eyes narrowing at the words printed onto the paper, his eyebrows furrowing in what seemed to be frustration, his cheeks blooming into the subtlest pink. if he's that bothered just by reading, why'd he volunteer to read with you anyways? a few minutes pass by, and class begins, kageyama pulling his eyes away from the book, and sighed in relief. snape warned every student in his class that 'there will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class.' and taking turns asking every student questions, including kageyama and you.

"where would you look if you were to find me a bezoar?"

"i— uh.."

kageyama aggressively flips the pages of his advanced potions book, but snape slams the book shut, almost trapping kageyama's whole hand in there, if it weren't for his reflexes.

"take this seriously, mr. kageyama. where. would. you. find. me. a. bezoar?"

"uh.. something about a goat stomach."

"so close, yet so far. you, new student. where would you find a bezoar?"

you jolted, and pointed at yourself with wide eyes and raised eyebrows.

"who else in this room would i ask?"

"uh— a bezoar is a stone in a goat's stomach.. that can save you from.. almost any poisons?"

"end that sentence with a period, ms. oikawa. but alas, you are correct. five points to.. hufflepuff, and for that poor answer from mr. kageyama, five points will be taken from gryffindor."

snape narrows his eyes at you, before proceeding to continue with his lessons. you put your hand on where your heart would rest, currently beating as fast as a zouwu. and about as fast as a zouwu, the classes end, leaving students with free time after dinner. there was a windstorm earlier today, and the owl post was delayed until tomorrow afternoon. you're just strolling with kageyama and hinata, the carrothead wanted to show you the gryffindor seeker and the gryffindor beater's skills at the quidditch field, and you were making your way there, but a pretty girl with glasses comes up to the three of you, and hands you a poster for a stargazing event to welcome new and senior students to hogwarts.

"you guys should check out if you're interested! now, i've gotta go pass these on to the others!"

the girl ran, she ran at impressive speeds, like she was born to be a track athlete. you stared at the poster in your hands, the two boys peering behind you to see what's up.

'stargazing event for old and new students at 9:00 pm to 10:30 pm at the astronomy tower. food catered by the house elves! (professors agreed to let us do this.)'

there was an enchanted moving picture below the text, the stars were shooting across the night sky, above hogwarts. despite looking so hastily printed, it's still quite impressive. hinata showed amusement and showed amusement at the poster and the upcoming event that happens in an hour.

"ooh.. seems cool! wanna go, kageyama?"

"that's stupi—"

"i'd like to go, free food is free food."

you shrugged, hinata nodded and threw finger guns your way, and anticipated an answer from the boy with hair colored like the night sky.

"... free food wouldn't be so bad."

hinata quite literally jumped for joy, and you three decided to pass the time by slowly strolling to the astronomy tower, since you're pretty far from it, seeing as you're near the greenhouses. you continued talking to both of them, but you notice kageyama stop in his tracks, and he looks up at the both of you.

"i think i forgot something, i'll go back to the divination classroom, i think i'll make it on time if i ever find it immediately, you go on ahead."

as much as kageyama hates being left behind by his rival and friend, hinata, this time he strangely decides to not come along.

"well, you're gonna miss out on everything, since you couldn't even find your quill when you placed it under your book."

hinata commented. he was referencing to the transfiguration class earlier that afternoon, when professor mcgonagall wanted us to take notes, but kageyama couldn't find his quill.

"oh, fuck off."

kageyama huffed, and jogged straight for the divination classroom. when the time came, you were at the charms classroom's entrance, near the astronomy tower. there were already lots of students by the time you got there. hinata's eyes sparkled at how pretty the entrance of the astronomy tower looked. there were floating lanterns, with balls of light that looked like stars in them, and bright ravenclaw blue ribbons and sashes hanging above the entrance. the students seemed to have dates or have brought their romantic partners along. you see familiar faces, like the slytherin twins from earlier, atsumu and osamu miya, with gorgeous girls from the houses of gryffindor and ravenclaw, even kuroo, with a boy that looked like a girl, with short bob hair that looked to be dyed blonde, as the roots of his hair were black. he seemed to be best friends with him, he seemed disinterested in the astronomy event as a whole, since he's just reading.

"woah, good job, g.g.g!'

hinata said, with an impressed voice and crossed arms.

"g.g.g? what's that?"

"gorgeous glasses girl! y'know the girl from earlier?"

you laughed, hinata's got such a creative mind, making all sorts of remarks here and there. kuroo waved and greeted you with a smile, dragging the poor ravenclaw along, the boy grimaces, as kuroo takes his book, and sort of 'confiscates' it.

"heyy, (name)! and of course, hello, shrimpy."

at the mention of the nickname 'shrimpy', the boy beside him, became a little less disinterested, his scowl transforming into a blank face, his eyes sparkling in interest juuuust a little at hinata. you're willing to bet they're really close. hinata wraps his arm around the two tone haired boy's shoulders, and they continue chatting about quidditch, quidditch teams, and if he (pudding head) will continue being a seeker after suffering a major injury. it seems that the pudding haired boy broke his arm in his last quidditch match, and it hit his motivation really badly. but then, it hits you, hinata's distracted, and he's slowly walking toward the astronomy tower without you.

"hey, hinata! hey— ugh, it's no use, he's incredibly distracted."

"haha, when they're talking, especially if they haven't seen eachother in so long, it's almost like they're in their own world."

kuroo crossed his arms, and watched them walk away.

"besides, you've got me now! i'm interesting to talk to, y'know!"

"you're interesting when you're interesting, and that's not right now."

"ouch."

inside the tower, there were tables with roll-top chafing dishes in all shapes, similar to a muggle buffet. the food ranged from salads, pastries, meat dishes, desserts and drinks. the students were at the astronomy tower's railings, admiring the stars, there were a group of students who volunteered to sing on a built stage, dressed in shiny suits and dresses, singing songs in the genre of 'bossa nova'. kuroo had acompanied you in the tower, talking, or rather, complaining about how your brother's a little too charming for his tastes, and about how he's using that charm to weasel away from trouble, and left the blame onto him or his friends. well, that didn't sound uncharacteristic of him, you're speaking from experience, you didn't even bother to resonate with him since it's not like you've never tried to flutter your eyelashes a bit too hard to get yourself out of trouble. like brother, like sister.

but kuroo got a little caught up in the small crowd of his admirers, immediately healing his ego, and let you 'go on ahead'. you're fine with him just talking to someone and staying beside him, but this is still about the third time this has happened that evening. your mind wandered to the location of kageyama, and if he managed to find the item he's searching for, while swishing the party punch you've got in a glass, in your hands. some guys tried to get your attention, but you didn't bother. later, most of the girls in the room with you suddenly squealed. your brother, was fashionably late as usual. 'the best man in the room always comes late.' he always said that as an excuse when he's late for dinner, when he really just was snooping around your mum and dad's stuff from their time at hogwarts. oikawa approaches you, but you notice he has no partner. you look at him, confused.

"thought i'd show some decency and make a good impression on you."

"so you're only indecent when i'm.. not around?"

your brother hisses, obviously embarassed by how you took his words, but he knows you like to joke around.

"i'm surprised you're not in slytherin, seeing how your comments are."

"well, i know my limits."

"you know, we haven't had a proper conversation the entire day."

"i mean, i was busy with adjusting to a new environment."

he nods. then, from his robe's pockets, he takes out a box, one that's old, the printed red color on it is cracked, and he placed it in your hands.

"what's this?"

"the thing you gave me before you left with dad. you told me to return it to you when we meet again, but i couldn't find the right time to."

you look down at the box, and opened it. the specially enchanted mokeskin pouch that your parents had enchanted to share between yourselves, and a note, containing the promise of returning the box to you. you take out the pouch, and you opened it, inside was pictures of the two of you with your parents on vacation in romania, your mother's color changing gloves, and the invisible ink you bought with your first allowance of 40 galleons. your eyes softened at the items, and the memories that came with them, and you looked up at your brother with an emotional face.

"i thought you forgot."

"i certainly almost did."

you were slowly getting used to talking to your brother again, and it felt so warm being with family in an unfamiliar place. you look around, craning your neck to sort out a person in the crowd of red, yellow, green and blue.

"who are you looking for? you have a date or something, eh? eeeehhh?"

your brother squints his eyes at you, curious of who was able to convince his sister, despite your comfortable and chill personality, you usually refuse any advances that involve outright flirting.

"excuse you, i don't have one. just a friend i'm waiting for."

"that's exactly how it sounds like. a date."

"do you actually know what a date is?"

"you're asking the right person!"

you waved violently once you spotted the person you were waiting for—

"tobio kageyama! over here!"

"his full legal name, and everything. also, kageyama? that guy's your date?"

you lower your hand, once kageyama sees you, he was coming towards the both of you, then backs away a little bit once he sees oikawa.

"tobio, it's fine, just pretend he doesn't exist, did you ever find what you were looking for?"

"hey, you're not answering me!"

"oh, good evening, uhm, oikawa..? i never managed to find anything, so i'll have to continue looking before curfew."

"just call me (name), we're both oikawa, so it's kind of weird."

kageyama nods, but the tall toddler next to you is just looking between the gryffindor, and you. sort of like a 'what's your relationship with him???' you completely block your brother's prescence from your sight. he notices, and with a huff, he pushes the two of you away from eachother.

"you ought to stop.. being so.. so... frivolous!"

the chocolate haired boy you call your only sibling, sternly yells, and glares at the both of you, the other students glancing your way.

"what was that for?"

"it's almost to 10:30, so you two best be off to bed in your seperare houses, no boy and girl action shall happen between you kids, you hear?"

"hey, i was born 20 minutes earlier than you, you have no right to tell me what my bedtime is and the professors clearly allowed us to stay up past curf—"

the 20 minute younger oikawa sibling pushes both you and kageyama out of the astronomy tower, from the top, down the stairs, complaining about how he's acting like the older sibling, quite embarassing being babied by your younger by a few minutes brother. he heads back up and on his way up the stairs, he kept glancing at the both of you.

"he's weird."

kageyama remarked. you had nothing to say but you just gave him a nod to say that you definitely agree.

"should we go back up?"

kageyama looked down at you.

"no, i'm pretty sure tooru will stop us."

"fair point, i think that the professors might show up to interrupt to make sure that the party ends by 10:30."

he shrugged. at this point, you two were pretty tired.

"i'll just go to bed then, it's better if i sleep early anyways."

you raised your hand for a moment and dropped it, a lazy goodbye to the gryffindor behind you. but he calls out your name.

"(name)!"

you turn to the boy, a short distance seperates you two. you hummed to acknowledge his calling.

"i, uh.. isn't it rude to let a girl walk alone?"

"no? i don't think it is."

"oh, uhm, see you tomorrow.."

his cheeks were dusted with a light pink, and just awkwardly waved, and he walked in the seperate direction. weird. but you unknowingly turned down kageyama's very vague offer to walk you to your house's common room.

after a long walk from the astronomy tower to the hufflepuff girls dorms, you flop onto your bed, uniform still on, you're not even bothering to change into a nightgown. you rolled around in the sheets for a while, waiting for your eyes to feel heavy and fall asleep while practicing the spells of 'nox' and 'lumos'. the light flickers from the tip of your wand, as you say the required words for the spell to work, you were getting sleepy, your hand slowly letting go of your wand. before it slips through as your hands relax, a loud tap is heard on the glass of your window. you simply dismiss it. then, a louder tap echoes through the room, waking you up.

"oh, merlin's beard! what is that sound!?"

you drag yourself from your bed and assessed the window, the glass has been shaped, and you could barely make up what's outside. all you know is that the culprit of the window tapping is round. you open your window, to see a crow. a very beautiful one, its beak was holding onto a teeny tiny roll of parchment, a cloth rolled into it with very familliar patterns, tied shut into a neat bow, by a midnight blue silk ribbon.

"you got a message for me, little guy?"

you hold out your hand, so it can just drop it onto there and go back to its owner. it did, but it never left your side. you unroll the piece of paper, revealing the hankerchief your mother gave you before you went to america with your dad. the paper under it reads;

'you dropped this, be careful of your belongings.'

and nothing else was attatched. you were wondering why the crow wouldn't leave when messenger birds were usually trained to leave immediately after someone recieves something they brought. you squint at the object reteurned to you, and you look through your pockets to find they were empty. so you really dropped it.

"thank you, feathery friend. you can leave, but before you do.."

you tied the ribbon included with your missing hankerchief onto its neck, and the bird flew away. 'what a strange bird.' you thought. and you decided that was a sign for you to change into your nightgown and not sleep in your uniform.

the next day wasn't so bad, you were a little more familliar with the layout of the school, though you almost were late to charms class. speaking of charms, you just finished the class, and all of you were dismissed by professor flitwick early, since he figured that the next lesson would be too much to fit into one class. you had actually befriended the boys that you sat next to, the miya twins, though they were not your type of people, they were easy to get along with. one of your favorite moments in your first charms class would be when professor flitwick asked if you could magically persuade a pineapple to dance off your desk, and the miya twins just blasted their pineapples off the desk.

"well, professor, ya did say that we'd have 'ta get the pineapples off our desks, magically!" atsumu argued.

"and they did spin 'round a little.. wouldn't that count as a dance?" osamu backed his brother up.

"no, you blasted it using flipendo, and they didn't dance. two points from slytherin."

you chuckled to yourself at their ridiculous behavior. you felt a finger tap at your right shoulder, you turned, there was nothing there, then at your left, still nothing. you frantically turn and find the miya twins snickering at you.

"heya, pretty! ya ready for some lunch? we got great people to introduce ya to at our table!"

atsumu wrapped his arm around your shoulder. but osamu just stays by your side, students pass by, heading to the great hall or talking to their friends. you smile at atsumu, but in the distance behind him, was kageyama, with messed up hair, and a very disappointed professor mcgonagall scolding him for missing transfiguration, while on his way to the great hall. you look at him, he's pretty fucked up looking. his necktie isn't even tied, and he forgot one of his socks. then you notice, a silky, shiny blue ribbon, tied to his pinky finger. that very same midnight blue ribbon that you tied to the crow last night.

".. what the.."

SURPRISE HAPPY APRIL FOOLS I PRABKED U I ACTUALLY FINISHED THIS WAHAHAHAHA

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haezen · 1 year

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more slytherin sakusa kiyoomi please 🥹

hi anon! this one had been in the works for a while, but you inspired me to finish. thanks for sending in a request ily.

ATTENTION: read this part first because it will make more sense. but, if you read this part alone, i guess it will still work on its own.

pairing: slytherin!sakusa kiyoomi x reader genre: hurt/comfort, angst to fluff wordcount: 3.6k

happy reading <3

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You and your best friend, Hanamaki Takahiro, were currently standing together underneath the pavilion with the sole purpose of watching your mutual friends on the Slytherin team.

The players were waiting for the rainstorm to pass before resuming their practice: all huddled around in a circle with their hoods up. It was nearly impossible to see past the rain due to the force of the wind and rain whipping around the pavilion the two of you stood under.

Makki had suggested that the two of you go watch your friends practice this week because they had a big game coming up soon. You had nothing better to do and Oikawa had begged you to come watch him specifically as he claimed he needed your praise to calm his nerves. He made a scene of asking you, even going as far as bending down on one knee with a rose he had conjured up on the spot—his crazy, romantic gestures always made you laugh and you couldn’t help but accept knowing that he simply just wanted you to feel included in something he loved.

You squint your eyes with the intention of trying to tell the players apart, but with the intensity of the rainstorm, you found it difficult.

“Looking for someone in particular, aren’t you?” Hanamaki smirked knowingly, nudging your shoulder with enough force to make you lose your balance.

“I swear, one day I might just strangle you in your sleep. Then, you’ll really regret ever being mean to me.”

As you regained your balance from Makki’s shove, you huffed in frustration at how observant he could be.

“Oh, but I thought you could handle a little roughin’ up?” Makki sported a shit-eating grin with the quirk of his brow. “Can’t you, (Name)?”

He cackled as you reared your fist back to punch him in the chest. Although you made a show of winding your fist back to hit him, when your fist made contact, you put no real strength behind it. He cackles even louder when you pout and are unable to respond with a witty comment like you usually would. It’s like he’s proud of himself for bringing up your sworn-to-death secret; you can only side eye him from your peripheral, trying to move on from the topic at hand as soon as possible.

You fight off the urge to scrunch your nose up in shame as you recall the truth you confessed to your friends when playing Truth or Dare a couple months ago.

“What’s something you’ve never told anybody else?” Oikawa looks in your direction after he reads a ‘Truth’ question off a card.

You and your friends sat in a circle on the floor, surrounded by the darkness of the Slytherin commons; it was extremely late at night, but there was no stopping Makki and Mattsun once they set their minds on something. The only light in the room was the dim light from the logs that were burning in the fireplace. You sat across from Oikawa, staring blankly at the floor, desperately trying to think of something shallow to say in response.

“(Name), make it something juicy or else you’re wasting my and Mattsun’s precious time.” Makki, who was sitting on your left, leaned in close enough for his warm breath to fan your face and you covered it on instinct.

“Oh god…okay.”

You spread your fingers apart to peek at your friends who were anxiously waiting for your answer.

“I’ll spill. But only if you guys promise to never bring it up again.” You tore your hands from your face and wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to accept the ugly fact that you’re going to tell all of your closest friends one of your biggest fantasies.

Sugawara and Kuroo both nodded in your direction while Makki and Mattsun shared knowing looks; a look that meant they’d store this information in their memory forever. You groaned at the realization but carried on anyway.

“(Name)-chan, it stays between us. Promise.”Oikawa smiled and extended his pinky towards you. You returned the smile and graciously wrapped your own around his to seal the promise.

“Okay, so…”

“(NAME)!” Mattsun shouts when he realizes you’re trying to stall; he’s extremely impatient in every aspect of life, even when playing a simple game of Truth or Dare. He groans, stretches his legs out dramatically, and falls backwards to lay on his back. You seize the opportunity to playfully slap his stomach, which causes him to immediately roll over to avoid another.

“My truth is…that I secretly want someone to maybe…manhandle me?” You hesitated as you spoke each word, eyes flickering to each of your friends' faces to gauge their reactions. They all burst out in a laughter so contagious that you couldn’t help but join in with a laugh of your own.

Makki especially found this confession of yours the funniest, considering he was the only one who knew the person you secretly wished to ‘manhandle’ you.

“I told you to never bring that up again, you idiot!” You groan as you cover your red face, not wanting to see Makki’s teasing eyes and wide smile.

One of Makki’s most notable traits is his brilliant memory – he never fails to forget the things you thought you told him in confidence, bringing up something you forgot you told him in the first place.

Since he’s been your best friend for so long, you know he truly meant no harm in teasing you. When he remembers the shocked expression that crossed your face just a moment ago, he clutches his aching stomach and wipes the tears that threatened to fall from his fit of laughter.

“I really can’t stand you.”

“That was so good, really. The look on your face was priceless. I wish Suna was over here to capture it.”

You cross your arms over your chest and give him a glare.

“You remember that dare that you never did?”

“Yeah?” You ask hesitantly, afraid of what Makki might say next.

He shoves his hands in the pockets of his trousers while motioning his head towards the group of guys huddled around for cover near the field. You followed the direction he tilted his head towards, only for them to land on Sakusa Kiyoomi, your year-long crush. You met your best friend’s honeyed-colored eyes with a stony glare, watching as his smirk grew to the cheesiest grin you’d ever seen on his face.

“I think I got a perfect dare for you. I’m redeeming it now.”

“Now?!” You yell in disbelief.

The team turns around to find the source of the noise, and even over the sound of rain, your voice carries over. You can’t help but look for Sakusa amongst everyone, and surely enough, you catch his attention.

Makki stares at you once he realizes the two of you made eye contact with one another. He relishes the faraway look in your eyes as you watch Sakusa fend off a clingy Miya Atsumu. Your best friend watches the fleeting look of admiration that graces your face suddenly morph into one of annoyance as you turn to him again.

“Why now?” You whisper-yell, eyebrows furrowing.

He remains silent and you immediately read his mind. You feel like throwing up and you fidget with the (your house colors) tie that hangs loosely around your neck.

“I can’t, ‘Hiro!”

He shakes his head with a soft smile, reaching to adjust your tie for you once he remembers that you fidget when you’re nervous. A habit that you’ve never been able to break.

“You won’t know until you try.”

Your eyes land on Sakusa once more, mind racing as you thought of all the times you imagined confessing to the brooding Slytherin. Hanamaki pushes you forward, effectively tearing you out of your thoughts, and you stumble forwards.

“Don’t be such a pussy, (Name). It doesn’t suit you.”

Something about those teasing words inspires a spiteful courage inside of you. You whip around, “Y’know what, fine! Fine, ‘Hiro. I’ll do it. ”

“Finally!” He exclaims loudly as you pull up your hood and make your way to Sakusa.

Hanamaki holds his breath as he watches you run to the field and over to the cover where the players are all standing underneath.

You’re soaked and out of breath when you reach the canopy, partly because you’re out of shape and partly because you’re scared half to death to confess to Sakusa Kiyoomi out of all people. None of them notice your figure approaching until you beckon to Sakusa. He points to himself, silently asking for your confirmation that it’s him you want to talk to. You nod as you inhale deeply to compose your nerves; he steps forward out of the group of players that move over to accommodate his large frame, and gestures to move over to the side, behind the large stands – away from prying eyes and eavesdroppers – for a little privacy.

Some of the guys whistle but you ignore them all while standing in the face of Sakusa.

“Hey.” You say as you’re still trying to catch your breath.

“Hi.” He responds, uncomfortable and oddly enough, he might even feel curious as to why you had come over to talk to him.

His curly locks are damp from the rain and he runs a hand down his face because the raindrops trickle down his forehead. He’s stupidly attractive and you hate it. Damn you, Sakusa Kiyoomi.

Sakusa generally feels uncomfortable in the presence of women, but he feels even more so in your presence. He thought he had gotten off easy by establishing a friendly exchange with you, with bringing you tea every other day, he thought that he wouldn’t have to hold a true conversation with you. But you manage to surprise him yet again; he was shocked to see you approaching the team and even more shocked when his teammates nudged his side, trying to tell him that it was him you were asking for.

Over the time you’d spent admiring Sakusa from afar, you’ve gathered that he isn’t skilled in hiding his true thoughts; you often can decipher his mood by just watching his expression change with the tiniest movements.

He raises his eyebrows ever so slightly as he watches you catch your breath. You know that he’s thinking: ‘What is it?’

“I won’t take up too much of your time-”

“You’re not.” He assures you pointedly. “We’re waiting for the storm to pass anyway.”

You nod in appreciation, grateful that Sakusa (famously known for his cold demeanor) was reassuring you in this nerve-wracking moment. You inhale once more, letting the humid air fill up your lungs, and blow it out with your lips pursed. You’re incredibly nervous and it shows. The realization that you’re about to confess to one of the most coveted guys in Hogwarts is already nauseating, yet you’re more worried about the fact that Makki is knowingly waiting for you to return. You can already see his face: pink eyebrows wiggling and his lips curled up in a devilish grin. Your best friend makes you sick to your stomach and you think that he deserves a smack on the shoulder for putting you up to something so terrifyingly embarrassing as confessing to the Sakusa Kiyoomi.

“This might be ridiculous because–well, we don’t even really know each other.” You start, pulling your robe tighter against your body because you don’t know what to do with your hands. “I think that I might just be curious. Okay, that’s not the right word.”

Sakusa’s curiosity is growing by the second. At this point, he’s even overcoming his uneasiness talking to women solely because of how nervous you are — he might even pity you at this moment. Sakusa really wants to interrupt you and urge you to, ‘spit it out,’ but he has a soft spot for you; so, he stays silent and waits for you to finish.

“Ok.” You shake your head from side to side as you imagine you’re shaking the nerves away. It’s almost endearing. Almost.

“I just came over here to say that I like you, Sakusa Kiyoomi.” You watch as his eyes widen but you push through it. “And I really like the tea you make for me. You make really good tea. I don’t really expect anything, but I wanted to tell you that.”

He’s shocked. Sure, he’s received plenty of confessions from girls before, but he’s never received a confession from a person he’s actually been interested in. Predictably, Sakusa can’t help but let the shock wash over him. His eyes still wide as he takes in the information, and as it processes, he feels like his whole body is on fire. The heat that soon overtakes his body travels up the back of his neck and his cheeks; surely, he’ll accept your confession in a heartbeat. He’s even imagined it. Yet, he stands there in shock as you believe he’s trying to figure out how to let you down easy.

“I-I’m sorry.” You splutter out as the inevitable embarrassment of being rejected by your crush sets in. “Okay, well. Have a good practice or-” You look out to the field and realize that they might not even have practice. At this point, you’re tripping over your words and you just want to escape; you need to escape the shell-shocked expression on Sakusa’s face. “I’ll see you around, Sakusa.”

He says nothing as you hurriedly walk back to the pavilion where your best friend is waiting for you. He watches as you disappear from around the stands, and he continues to watch your figure get smaller as you walk away. You finally reach the pavilion and grab Makki’s arm to drag him away.

He feels dread fill his heart at the realization that he just blew his chance with you. Sakusa feels like a coward. How could he have messed this up so badly?

When you reached Makki, the grin on his face disappeared almost immediately when he saw the look on your face.

You’re trying your hardest to keep your cool and you’re trying even harder to push down the humiliating fact that you just got rejected like every other girl who has confessed to Sakusa. You’re accepting the fact — in real time — that you’re not any different from them.

“C’mon.” You grumble and that’s all you can manage to say because you don’t trust your voice. You grab the sleeve of Makki’s robe harshly and pull him along with you.

“What happened?”

“I’m a fool.” You mumble under your breath. “I’m so fucking stupid. Why did I ever think that a guy like him would like me back?”

As you drag Makki along, the two of you are speed-walking to reach the doors of the school. In the process, you get soaked even further than you already were. Meanwhile, Makki’s observant eyes are raking over your face for answers; he’s hoping that he can find some while just looking at your side profile.

The rain pours down on top of you and Makki and you finally reach the doors. You swing them open with such force that the back of the door hits the wall.

At this moment, Makki is too afraid to speak up. He feels guilty because it wasn’t for him urging you to do your dare, you would’ve never been upset in the first place. You wouldn’t have gotten rejected because – Makki knows – you would’ve never found the courage to confess to Sakusa. He thought that if he had dared you to confess, that your dream of a reciprocated love would come true. But he was wrong.

“I’m sorry, (Name). But I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what happened.” Makki finally manages to stop you in your tracks as he stopped following you.

Your back is facing him because you don’t want to cry. You know that if you meet your best friend’s concerned filled eyes, that you will definitely break down. There’s also the fear that he won’t get the hint and will tease you about being rejected.

“He said nothing.” You say dryly. “I told him that I liked him and he just stood there.”

He’s silent for a moment before speaking up.

“He doesn’t deserve you.” Is all Makki can come up with.

Does he comfort you? He’s not entirely sure how to do that. Or should he hit you with the truth? Sure. It’s what you deserve. You deserve the truth and Makki believes that there will be no one great enough to deserve you. Not even Sakusa.

“I’m going back to my dorm.” You whisper under your breath and you don’t care if he heard you.

All you want is to take a warm shower and hide in your room. There’s nothing that can save you from the humiliation you suffered except for solitude.

So you do just that. You rush to your dorm and ignore the sounds of the water dripping onto the floor, the noise that your soaked shoes make, and all the stares along the way. You take a shower and let the water run down your back. Then, you crawl into bed and cover yourself up with blankets for the rest of the day until you fall asleep.

When you wake up the next morning, you contemplate whether or not you’ll visit the library. Will Sakusa be there, sitting in his spot? Will he spare you a pitiful glance once he sees you beeline for your own table? You don’t even want to run through all the possibilities of what could happen because you’ll talk yourself out of going. And you desperately need to go study.

Ultimately, you end up going because you would rather die than lose a day of studying a month before exams.

You walk into the library with your head down, staring at your shoes. You’re terrified that Sakusa’s going to be sitting in that spot, seemingly taunting you with all the ‘could haves.’ Some part of you is afraid that simply seeing him would make you fall into a pit of despair.

He’s not there.

You slump down into your spot with relief, letting your head rest on the back of your chair. You close your eyes, silently thanking whatever higher being for Sakusa not being here at this moment.

But then you hear the sound of approaching footsteps. Your instinct forces you to open your eyes, and like out of your worst nightmare, Sakusa is standing behind you but he’s upside down due to your position.

You feel the bile daring to come up your throat and you want to scream out of frustration and embarrassment. You sit up and turn around to face him, your hands gripping the back of your chair until they turn white. When you say nothing– because what is there to say? – he starts first.

“Hi.” He says awkwardly. “Can I sit with you for a minute?”

You’re confused and he understands. Sakusa isn’t sure how he managed to ruin something so fast yesterday. He’s convinced that everything he touches – he ruins.

He waits for your response and you nod hesitantly, rotating your body as he walks to sit in the chair across from you. When your eyes meet his dark ones, you think that he is avoiding your gaze like he’s nervous. He’s wearing his mask and he unexpectedly wraps his fingers around the string hanging behind his ears, pulling his mask down to show his face to you.

When Sakusa watched you leave yesterday, Atsumu emerged from around the back of the stands where he was crouching behind to listen to your confession. He yelled, “You idiot ‘Omi!” and proceeded to scold Sakusa for being so cold.

Sakusa definitely got an earful from Atsumu, but it brought him back to reality. He knew that he had to fix things with you, even though he’s not used to repairing any damaged relationship in his life; something in him wanted to give this a try.

He knew that he didn’t want to apologize right away in fear that you'd run off. He’d even rehearsed ways in which he’d ask you, but only because Atsumu made him practice – Atsumu knows that he’s not the best with words, but Sakusa is even more inept.

“Would you like to go to this cafe with me?” He asked painfully, averting his eyes to the side because he wasn’t sure he’d be able to ask if he was looking at your face. “I heard that the tea is good there–the flavor that you like.”

Your heart dropped at the question. Is this a pity invite or a cruel joke? No, you deduce, Sakusa wouldn’t be one to take part in such cruel jokes.

“I don’t want you to take me somewhere because you feel like you have to.”

“I want to.” And his attention returns to you. Under his gaze, you feel small, yet you somehow believe him – believe that he’s being genuine.

Is a guy like Sakusa, who is so full of doubt and animosity towards strangers, capable of forming a connection with someone like you?

“Okay.” You nod for yourself while wiping your clammy hands on the material of your skirt. “I’ll go.”

You see his shoulders drop and you realize he’s relieved. You smile unknowingly and he catches a glimpse of your fleeting expression.

“Let’s go.” He says as he gets up, pulling his mask back over his nose and mouth while simultaneously collecting his things.

“Let’s go?” You repeat in confusion.

“Yeah,” Sakusa verifies as he stands by your seat, unintentionally towering over you. “I have to make it up to you.” He mumbles, almost incoherently, behind his mask.

You wordlessly listen to him, packing up your textbooks and other materials to stuff them all into your bag. As you do so, you’re trying to get over the rapid pounding of your heart.

“And you can call me Kiyoomi.”

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