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"OF ALL FUCKING DAYS.”
(Y/N) swore under her breath, running as fast as she could, tearing down empty hallways and past ongoing classes. Of all days to be late, it just had to be when she had Business first thing Monday morning.
Skidding to a halt, her lungs burned from the excursion. Every inhale felt like a sharp stab to the chest, swallowing once, which only made her chest burn once again, she hesitantly rapped her knuckles on the door.
The devil answered.
Slowly opening the door, at least thirty pairs of eyes turned to greet her, gazes searing through the girl's skin. She slipped into the classroom, trying to be discreet as possible in her current predicament. Her eyes stayed glued to the floor, well aware of the intimidating stare that was fixed onto her from the very front of the class.
The eyes of satan.
"Would you please kindly explain to me why you are eight minutes late, (L/N)?"
She tried to hide the flinch that crossed her face, the cold voice making her back go rigid. "I'm really sorry sir, the bus was delayed today."
"I will not tolerate tardiness regardless of the reason, if you won't arrive on time then don't bother showing up at all" snapped the voice once again, cruelly.
She finally looked up, meeting the icy stare of her Business teacher. Tsukishima Kei .
The most ruthless teacher in the entire faculty, known for his strictness and absolute control in his classroom.
He was feared just as much as he was respected, being an excellent teacher in his subject, however he was quick to anger if something wasn't going his way. The bespectacled man absolutely loathed when his rules were broken.
Especially lack of punctuality.
Despite having such bright eyes, they radiated no warmth whatsoever.
"Stop holding up the class and take a seat" he said sternly, a scowl marring his handsome features.
"Yes sir.”
Mumbling quietly, (Y/N) went to take a seat in her designated place, pointedly ignoring the pitying glances she received from her classmates.
"Tough luck bro" whispered Nishinoya from behind, giving her a sad pat on the shoulder as the blonde man turned his back to the class, continuing to write down notes and explanations.
Grumbling to herself, she unpacked her bag whilst shooting glares at the teacher. "It would have been better if I skipped this class."
The eccentric male scooted closer with his desk, carefully making sure he wasn't making too much noise. "Maybe" he agreed, keeping his voice low. "But you can't deny Mr. Tsukishima isn't hot when he gets mad."
"At my expense?"
Nishinoya cackled evilly. “Especially at your expense. Thanks to you, we get to see him all commanding and sexy."
She rolled her eyes, grumpily eyeing the blonde man. "He's mean and cruel."
"And hot."
Turning around in her seat, she met his mischievous smile. Nishinoya was almost radiating with energy. Inclining his head, his voice dropped. "You can't argue with me, I know you find him hot too."
Shaking her head, (Y/N) gave an almost exasperated sigh. "Honestly, you're such a masochist. Only you would be attracted to a man who always has a stick up his ass."
Nishinoya's smile dropped, eyes widening comically. They flickered somewhere behind her and in that moment, she knew.
The devil had come to collect her miserable soul.
"I see that not only can't you arrive on time but you also have no problem with disrupting the rest of the class.”
Closing her eyes, she sent a quick prayer to the heavens before turning around to find dark golden eyes trained on her fiercely. He stood at the foot of her desk, the entire class watching with bated breath.
(Y/N) had to resist the urge to sink into her seat, heart shriveling up the longer he kept looking down at her. Mentally screaming at herself for being so careless, she struggled to find it within herself to answer him.
Arching a delicate blonde eyebrow, his lips set into a straight line. "I see you're also incapable of responding when spoken to."
Feeling her entire face heat up, her jaw tensed from embarrassment, humiliation coursing through her veins. "I'm sorry sir" she gritted through clenched teeth. "It won't happen again."
He remained quiet for a moment, studying her closely before replying. "That won't be necessary because you will be joining me after school for detention. Maybe then you'll finally learn some manners."
With one last cold glance, the bespectacled man swiftly turned around, striding smoothly to the front of the class. No one dared to even breathe, in fear of attracting the man's anger towards them.
(Y/N) was fuming to herself, furious was an understatement to how she was currently feeling after that display. Wanting nothing more than to wipe that conceding smile off his handsome face, her fingers itched to wrap around his throat and strangle the life out of him.
"Damn that was so hot I almost came on the spot" whispered Nishinoya, leaning closer to make his dirty input. "Man, you're so fucked."
She could hear the gleeful smile that lacked all sympathy, almost turning around to smack him— almost.
She had to shove down the urge to slam her face against the desk and scream her lungs out.
He was after all right; because she was— utterly and royally fucked .