Hinata hated- No, despised you; And he made sure you knew of it. Everyday, without fail, he makes it a habit to walk by your class, tossing paper balls onto your desk just to irritate you, maybe even writing cringy pick-up lines just to irk you even more.

On certain, unlucky days for you, he would stick his chewing gum underneath your desk nonchalantly, while staring right into your eyes as he does so; just to be petty.

And today, was one of those days where he would do more than that.

“Yo, you got a little something on your hair, sweetheart.” His lips quirking up slightly to a mocking smirk, tugging on the chewing gum he placed on your hair; now stuck.

Why did he dislike you so much? Well, it was simple. You were a big, spoiled brat. And he despised brats. He hated how neatly tied up your hair was; Hated how good you looked in your branded little clothings he barely knew the name of.

He leaned in, pressing his chest onto your back in front of everyone; out of spite.

“Maybe I should just grab some scissors and chop all of your hair off so you’d learn your place.” Hinata hissed into your ear, before tugging on your hair rougher.