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Slytherins had bad reputations, no matter who they were. As soon as someone saw that flash of green they wore that wary, disgusted look and sometimes whispers -- nasty whispers, really -- were exchanged at a distance. You heard them, every time, and when you were a first year it hurt. Sometimes you’d lock yourself in the bathroom and cry until your throat was dry and your eyes so red that you couldn’t hide it even if you wanted to. So much for kindness in the other houses. Your older sister had told you the Hufflepuffs were kind, the Gryffindors were brave and helpful, and the Ravenclaws could read people well. If that were true,

[A/N]: Listen this while reading. I swear you won't be sorry. ---------- The setter focused his gaze on the beautiful young girl that waited for him at the school gates. The way her [h/c] hair danced to the rhythm of the wind had him mesmerized. Was she really standing there? Maybe it was only an apparition, an illusion, a trick from his mind in order to fuel up the desire. “[Name]-chan!” Hinata calling for her made him realize it wasn’t the case. “Hey, everyone!” She waved contently after finishing typing on her phone.   The boys saluted her, she did the same, and when her eyes met Kageyama’s something