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This is based on that one trend from tiktok where the k-drama fmc gets the classic milk dump and the american student puts her hands up making the cafeteria a wwe ring.
the song I listened to: tiktok 1 hour repeat of 'Dumb wit it' aka not my song
my inspo: k-drama bully scene & american student trend
My bike makes a skidding sound as I pull up in front of Karasuno. A new school. First school in Japan, but probably won't be the last... Not with my track record.
I park my bike and lock it to the bike rack. I walk in, my shirt untucked, and drinking from a juice box. My bag is hanging off one shoulder, and full of study materials I probably will forget about in a week.
I find a bench and set my bag down, trying to find my schedule. As I'm digging through it, I feel a body bump into my butt. I whip around, ready to smack a bitch, only to find a girl. Shorter and a little thinner than me, but definitely needs a shove from the right person to get her to move. I catch her by the shoulders. "You good?" I ask her in English, forgetting that not everyone knows English- shit.. um.. "元気ですか?" (Genki desu ka?) I stutter, trying to find the right words for the context of the situation.
"Ah! You don't have to use Japanese!" She waves her hand and smiles.
I sigh in relief. "Thank god. Okay. You good? Any bumps or bruises?"
"Oh, no! Himari just bumped into me! No problem." The girl waves her hands around, looking like she's trying to dust something off.
"Okay... just... watch yourself, hun." I let go of her after making sure she is stabilized. I turn back around and look for my schedule. I finally find it and look for my first period.
As I walk over to my homeroom, I enter and see an empty seat next to the girl who I caught. I cock an eyebrow and look around for a different seat. Of course, she just happens to see me.
"Hey! Come here!" She waves me down. I sigh and walk over.
As I walk over, another girl comes over and bumps into me. I shrug it off, but a voice cut through the peace that was my mind.
"Aren't you going to apologize?"
I whip around. It's another chick. "Got a pro- um..." I rack my brain for the equivalent of my question, but shrug and walk to the girl who waved me down. "You are seriously going to sit by Yachi?"
"Yeah, I am. Do you have a problem with it?" I turn around and stare who I assume to be Himari.
Himari freezes up, catching my eyes.
"I said, do you have a problem with that?"
"N-no." Himari scoffs, flouncing her hair and her posse follows after her.
"You-you didn't have to do that!" Yachi blanches white in the face, waving her hands around like a mad woman.
"Nah, no problem, hun. Besides...
Bullies were never my kinda thing."
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I now walk Yachi to class every day to make sure Himari doesn't push her around.
That doesn't mean I can be there all the time.
"I noticed Himari seems more... confident, nowadays." I raise an eyebrow at Yachi, seeing her face flush.
"Well... she knows my routine... she's also in the Photography Club." Yachi rubs her arms; her English way better than it was at the beginning of the year.
"That's what I thought." I frown, my nose flaring slightly.
"I'm gonna beat a bitch..." I mutter, fire rising in my chest.
"Y/N! You can't do that! It's against the rules!" Yachi tugs at the cardigan tied around my waist.
"I know. Doesn't mean I can't wait for the perfect moment." An evil smile crosses my face with a laugh taking over my body.
"Y/N! Calm down! You're going to attract attention!" Yachi grabs at my short sleeve this time.
"Everything will be okay, hun. I've got it under control." I smile at Yachi, trying to keep her spirits up.
"O-ok!" Yachi smiles, walking to homeroom now.
---------- After homeroom, during a break -------------
"Hey, Himari! I need some help with something!" I call for the bitch while Yachi is looking at another club or something.
The girl smirks and walks over, sitting on the desk.
"Hey, new girl. What do you need help with?" Himari smirks, flicking her hair again.
I smile all nice and pretty and lean close to her, like I'm going to point something out to her. Instead... she's going to know not to pick on Yachi again.
"If you ever push Yachi around again, I will personally make sure to make whatever area we are in a WWE match that you will be guaranteed to lose... got it?" I smirk, waiting for her response. I can feel her cold sweats radiating from her neck as I smile behind the big textbook.
"Whatever, new girl." Himari tries to leave, but my hand clamps on her shoulder.
"My name is Y/N... and you should do good to remember it." I smile all pretty to really send the message home.
Himari scoffs and walks off in perfect timing with Yachi coming inside.
"Hey, Y/N! I found another club! It's for the boys volleyball team. I'm going to be like a... 'mini-manager', as you would call it."
"Sounds perfect for you, Yachi. Are you sure about this?" I know she gets nervous around new people.
"Su-sure! I met their 'main manager', Kiyoko. She seems nice." Yachi smiles and gets more comfortable talking about the club.
"Okay. But I'm coming with you. No one is allowed to mess with you."
"O-okay!" Yachi stammers, getting into her seat for our class.
"Hey, guys. I remember you talking about how the team would need a new manager, so... Meet your new manager." Kiyoko introduces Yachi.
I stand off to the side, ready to throw hands if need be.
"YOU'RE SO CUTE!!!" Two boys jump at Yachi, and Kiyoko and I hold them back.
"Hands off!" I shout at the two loud boys.
"Huh?" They look up at me. I cross my arms and stand protectively in front of Yachi.
"You're pretty too!" My eye twitches. 'Did those two idiots think I was jealous of Yachi?'
"Not what I was here for, but okay." I shrug and take up my post beside Yachi again.
"You're the new American transfer, huh?" The tall blonde asked rhetorically.
"The one and only, beanpole." I stay indifferent. This is no different than American schools.
Minus the fact that there is less school shootings and fist fights...
So a little boring, but it's fine.
"So why do you use Japanese, if pretty much everyone knows English?" A little carrot sprout asks me.
I smirk and look him up and down. "Because people get weirded out if you don't know their culture or language, sweetheart. Especially when it's only one person in a school of hundreds."
"Well, everyone has noticed how Blondie here has a bodyguard after a few run-ins with Himari. That's you then." Tsukishima attempts to get under my skin.
I noticed how Yachi is being a recluse again, a tell-tale sign of Himari bullying her again.
I sigh and continue trudging on. I'm just kinda hoping that Yachi stands up for herself now.
As we go into homeroom, Himari shoulder-checks Yachi as she walks to her seat.
I sigh and shoulder-check Himari back, giving her a tired look and shaking my head. "Don't start that shit today, Himari. I'm too tired for this crap."
Himari just giggles and sits down. I sigh and roll my shoulders, sitting down. I pull out my materials for class and do the work.
--------- After classes, now lunch time ----------
"Hey, Yachi? I'm gonna go get some lunch. Be right back." I wink and send her a finger gun.
I walk to a vending machine and grab a drink for my lunch.
"Hey! Y/N-san!" Hinata shouted in the halls, running at me.
"Ahhhh!" I wait for impact of a short carrot sprout, but none comes. I let out a breath of relief.
"What do you need, Carrot?" I ask Hinata, walking back to my classroom.
"I need help with tutoring, and I know you and Yachi share a class, so I was hoping you could help me?" Hinata asks me.
"Um... Why don't you ask Tsukishima? He's a pretty smart guy too." I shrug and walk on.
"Tsukishima is rude, and while his methods of studying works... Hinata can't handle the pressure." Kageyama joins us as we pass a milk vending machine.
I shrug, "Makes sense. Mine's not any better. I just use a different method, but sure. Whatever you guys want."
"Awesome!" Hinata jumps in the air.
"So I need help with math and English class. I'm pretty sure Kageyama needs help with everything-" Hinata is quieted by Kageyama who is slapping the back of his head.
"Boke, Hinata, BOKE! I don't need help with anything!" Kageyama pouts and shakes his fist angrily.
"But didn't you fail your English test? And your formal Japanese tests? And your..." Hinata's words are drowned out by the scene that plays out in front of me.
Himari is laughing... and pouring milk on Yachi's lap.
Instantly, my body locks up, all of my muscles tensing. I don't even hear my bag dropping.
"Um... Y/N-san?" Hinata's voice sounds as if it's far away.
"I'll be right back, Hinata." I say as I walk over to Himari, putting my hair up, eyes wide and tunnel vision on Himari.
"Oh no..." Kageyama says as Tsukishima passes the classroom with Yamaguchi.
"What are you saying 'oh no' for King? Did someone steal your milk?-" Tsukishima is cut off seeing Y/N tap Himari's shoulder. He immediately pulls out his phone and starts recording.
Himari turns around and is immediately met with a fist to the face. Himari falls to the ground, her hair whipping around and almost catching on Y/N. Y/N grabs Himari before she can fall and lands another five-fingered punch, letting her fall this time.
"Come on, bitch! I know you can understand me because you reacted when I talked in English!" Y/N lands a hit on Himari's stomach, causing the bully to keel over.
"I thought you said you were the baddest bitch in the school! Or did I hear wrong?!" Y/N hits Himari with a right-handed uppercut followed by a left-handed punch directly on her cheek.
By then, Himari is so pissed. All of her friends back off and cringe.
"You'll pay... you illiterate American cunt." Himari quietly talks, throwing a weak-ass punch.
Y/N blocks the feeble punch, not even bothering to hit again. "I serve cunt, you repugnant skid mark."
Y/N, after not having anything fun to do around the school, finally grins. She has been waiting for this moment.
The moment her rage can be unleashed.
She held nothing back. She hit left and right, left and right, left and right... again and again... and again.
Himari was helpless against the rage of an American teen.
As Himari lays helplessly at Y/N's feet.
"So who's next?" Y/N looks around the classroom, a dark grin appearing on her face. Nobody dares to face her.
Y/N takes a deep breath, "Come on, Yachi. Lets get you cleaned up." Y/N leads Yachi out of the classroom.
"I want that footage, Tsukishima!" Y/N shouts at the tall boy.
The other boys just walk out of the classroom, scarred.
"I'm gonna tell Tanaka-senpai." Hinata bolts down the hall, going to his own class.
Kageyama goes to his classroom, knowing he will probably hear about it later at volleyball practice.
Yamaguchi and Tsukishima go to their respective classes, knowing they will see Y/N there later.
"Y/N-san! Why would you do that?! You're gonna get in trouble!" Yachi exclaims from her side of the bathroom.
Y/N sighs, expecting this. "What can I say, sweetheart?
Tell me what y'all think. It's my first time writing in the Haikyu!! universe. Should I do it again? Should I do the same prompt in a different universe?
See you later, caffies~
Also, i am hyperaware that even tho i am a native speaking English-woman, my english is actual garbage. Any CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is greatly appreciated. Thank you 🤗
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↳ I had this idea and couldn't wait 8 months for Daichi's bday so fuck it, here it is. Happy early birthday to Daichi.
↳ Notes/Warnings: timeskip!Daichi, Daichi is 21+ years old, playful/joking mention of necrophilia, death and death-related themes (fucking spoilers), those with a distaste for morbid senses of humor are likely to find this reprehensible, otherwise you're welcome.
You and Suga are the masterminds behind it all
Old teammates and friends are invited
Hell, y’all even get his siblings in on it (his parents think it’s a hilarious scheme but decline to attend since it would be too difficult to play along. Understandably so.)
When Coach Ukai caught wind of the plan he insisted on being there
All in all, about 30 people gather inside your and Daichi’s shared home
Everyone’s wearing black and several of you have handkerchiefs
There are drinks and refreshments
Everyone chipped in to buy a cheap urn and one of those huge funeral wreaths and a tripod with a tasteful plaque that reads “In Loving Memory of Daichi Sawamura”, compliments of Hisoka
You and Suga lay down the ground rules: “Absolutely ignore Daichi, no matter what. If he starts getting to you, excuse yourself to the restroom so he’ll leave you alone. Try your very best not to laugh, but if you do lose your shit and start laughing, pretend you’re crying really hard. We’re going to keep this up for a half hour, minimum. Or until Daichi starts getting mad, whichever comes first. When (Y/n) gives us the signal, we’ll all turn to Daichi at the same time and yell ‘Happy Birthday!’ What’s the signal, (Y/n)?” “The signal is…CACAW CACAW!”
Daichi comes home from work, expecting a party when he sees everyone’s cars in the driveway and parked along the road. But his big grin falters when he walks through the door and sees everyone moping around, talking in hushed tones about what a great guy he was, just…
KAGS: “Daichi was always so good at pulling people together. He truly was an excellent team captain.”
SUGA, fake-sobbing: “He was my best friend. Oh gods, I already miss him so much!”
DAICHI, his expression knitted in confusion and concern: “Suga. What’s going on? Who died?”
SUGA, fake-sobbing (read: laughing) harder: “It’s like I can still hear his voice…”
TSUKKI: (legit laughs)
COACH UKAI: “Tsukishima, you sick fuck, why are you laughing? This is serious!”
DAICHI, chuckling: “Okay. Alright, I get it. I’m dead ha ha.”
TANAKA, shaking his fist and gritting his teeth with tears in his eyes: “I’ll never be able to forgive myself…”
KIYOKO: “That you didn’t call the receive that day will haunt you for the rest of your life…”
TANAKA: “Savage woman!”
DAICHI: “Yeah, Tanaka. You asshole.”
TANAKA: (buries his face in his hands, racked with laughter guilt)
…Daichi notices the memorial plaque with his police academy photo in it, along with the giant wreath hanging from the fireplace just below where the urn sits on the mantle. He opens it with great curiosity…”REALLY, YOU GUYS? RICE??”
DAICHI’S 4 SURVIVING SIBLINGS: “The best big brother we could’ve ever asked for.” “He always took such great care of us.” “Yes. Made sure we always did our homework and brushed our teeth. It was like having a third parent.” “Maybe that’s why Mom and Dad had so many of us. It really takes a village, doesn’t it?” The others hum in somber agreement. His youngest sister runs to the bathroom when Daichi waves his hand in front of her face.
ASAHI, legitimately crying: “My heart goes out to you and the rest of your family. Daichi was like a brother to me, too.”
NOYA, rubbing Asahi’s back: “There there, Asahi.”
HINATA, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder and handing you his handkerchief: “I am so sorry for your loss, (Y/n). Daichi-san really was such a good man.”
YOU: “Thank you, Hinata. I know I will never find a kinder, more loving boyfriend. And our wedding was only just a few weeks awayyyyyy…” you trail off, laugh-crying into the handkerchief
DAICHI, smirking, turning the tables a bit: “You’re in so much trouble, sweetheart. Faking your fiancé's death like this? Seems you’re the one getting the birthday spankings tonight.”
EVERYONE: (shoulders shaking from violently sob-laughing)
TSUKKI, shaking his head: “That’s too bad, (Y/n). You might’ve at least found solace in Sawamura’s badass pension if he’d just waited a little longer to die…”
DAICHI: “Alright, guys, that’s enough! The jig is up! Little Miss Corpse Fucker over here has blown your cover!”
YOU, through tears: “CACAW CACAW!”
EVERYONE, losing their shit: “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAICHI!”
DAICHI, hugging everyone: “I have the best worst friends a guy could ever want.”
