"What are you doing?" Tendou asked he glanced up from his canvas and stared at y/n with a curious look on his face. "I'm about to throw this paint brush at you if you continue with this stupid questions," y/n say agitated. Tendou smirks and looks over at the portrait of himself. "You're good at this~" he sang out making a few heads in the room turn towards them. "Stop it Satori!" hiss y/n. "Satori?"

y/n tilted her head to the side. "What do you mean by he doesn't speak?" she asked. The two boys stared at y/n in confusion. "yeah, Aone rarely speaks," they say. "You mean he's quiet, Aone speaks quite a bit to me, you just have to listen to him." y/n smiled turning on her heel swinging her flute case as she left the school.

Hinata smiled and took y/n's free hand. She stared at him puzzled. "Well I'm also a number nine, so don't be so sad about it, we can be number nine together." Hinata smiled. He was pleased when a small smile appeared on y/n's face. She set her violin case on the ground and wiped her tears with her hand. "Yeah," started y/n. "we can be number nine together,"

It was a the sound of volleyballs hitting the ground. It was something different. Kageyama walked to the gym doors and open them up to see a girl with her school uniform still on and pointe shoes on. She had Airpods in her ears and it seemed that she was going through a routine. Kageyama stood still watching as the girl did a lot of quick foot work and then a turn that landed her staring straight at me. She stopped her dance and took out one of her airpods from her ears. She went to her phone and paused her music. "Um, hi?"

"Uh, Ni Hao(你好)?" Bokuto stuttered causing y/n to bite back laughter. She scrunched up her nose and puffed her cheeks out making sure not to burst into hysterics. Bokuto was trying so hard to speak Chinese. He knew he said it wrong the moment that y/n's father bit his lip and took an unnecessary long sip of water. "This is Bokuto my-"

The world was spinning and he didn't know how to stop it. Bokuto used to get the spinning feeling and Akaashi would steady him by putting his hands on his shoulders telling he was alright. But Bokuto wasn't here to steady Akaashi and neither was she. She was here but not here for Akaashi. She was here for her life. Her life as an author. Akaashi shut his eyes and sat down on the ground cross legged. The world stopped spinning and he opened his eyes tasting salt in his mouth. Akaashi reached up to his face realizing that he had shed a few tears.

She wasn't anything other then the person who protected me. She was just another girl and to top it off she didn't even attend Kuroo's school. Her uniform had screamed Aoba Johsai so why was it so hard to believe that she was one of those Oikawa fangirls. "What are you doing here?" Kuroo turned around to be faced with her and Oikawa standing next to each other. "What?" Kuroo stammered looking at Oikawa then down to the girl. "Are you serious y/n? This is the guy who was following you to school today?" Oikawa smirked giving Kuroo a friendly smile. When he walked passed he whispered seven words. "Don't touch n/n-chan or you'll regret it."

Kenma opened his eyes and was met with the most beautiful sight. Well the most beautiful right after a new video game. The dishes were laid out each with their own utensils some with chopsticks and others with spoons and forks. His eyes roamed over everything and then landed on her. She smiled and gestured for him to pick which dish he wanted to start with. "that one!"

The string snapped and then the neck went next as tears filled her eyes. Iwaizumi let go of the guitar letting it fall to the ground in heap of broken parts. The realization of what just happened washed over him and the word 'sorry' filled him mind. It filled his entire being and yet the word fell flat the moment he tried to say it out loud. "Fuck you Iwaizumi Hajime."

The ice cold glare stung Oikawa more then a wasp. He bit the inside of his lip and turned away slinging his bag over his shoulder. Why would he have even thought that the pastel butterflies were coming from her. Why did he even give it a second thought?