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@artsjiwoo (always open!)
playing volleyball was always something you’ve done. it was your niche, something that calmed you, maybe even angered you at some point. so to anyone who knew you, it’d make sense why you were at practice for the fifth time this week, by tuesday.
“ball!” you yelled, sidestepping and crouching low—swiftly bumping the ball about seven feet in the air. your friend, miwa, called “mine!”. she set it over to your other teammate mai, maki’s cousin, who then carefully executed a kill. the ball slamming onto the ground with a large ‘thump!’.
“nice match girls, go for water!” your coach, ms. utahime, instructed.
the water refreshed your mind but not the ache in your legs that settled like it belonged there. “hey, yn, you good?” miwa put her hand on your shoulder, nodding towards you.
“yeah, i’m fine. what’s up?”
“you were limping a bit and your stance was off with that save.” she gulped her water down, sweat trickling down her forehead.
“oh thanks, didn’t know i did so good,” you retorted, clearly projecting. “yeah, but i’m fine.”
“okay.. your phone’s buzzing by the way.” she pointed lazily at your device in your duffel bag and went back to go ask the coach something.
picking up your phone, your eyes rolled instinctually seeing panda’s contact. it’s not like you hated the guy, but there has to be some butt of the joke at points.
time went by fast for others, not for you because the cramping in your legs sharpened with each quick movement you made. “god, why couldn’t i have chosen golf or something..” you mumbled, picking up your duffel bag and slightly limping out of the gym.
when you arrived home, you immediately got to showering, which thankfully only lasted ten minutes since you had previously washed your hair on wash day.
“what to wear..” you whispered to yourself (like a freak) while staring at your closet. you ended up going with something comfortable but adorable in your taste.
your phone began to ring, reading the contact name ‘noba’, you picked it up like it was muscle memory.
“yooo,” she mumbled, setting her phone up somewhere on her vanity while applying her mascara.
“do you think this is cute?” you questioned, twirling around to show the full view.
“if i wasn’t plotting on maki, i’d eat your ass.”
“oh okay,” you sat on your chair nearing your vanity and began spraying perfume.
“are you excited to see your little pup dog?” the corner of her mouth twitched while your eye did the same.
“i have no idea what your talking about. have you taken your meds yet?” you applied product through out your hair evenly, looking anywhere but the phone.
“girl, you know exactly what i’m talking about.” she pressed her mascara wand back into the base of it.
“nope! bye, gotta leave or else i won’t be able to pay for your shit!” you grinned, hanging up quickly, and sighing in relief.
arriving at the mall alone was a tad bit scary, but you’re a big girl so you walked in there without a care in the world. looking around the food court, where panda said he’d be, which was typical of his fatass.
“YOO, YNNNN!!” panda yelled, waving you over.
you hid your face with a hand over your forehead, pulling out your phone and texting him ‘stfu or i’ll kill you’, and started to walk over there when everyone went back to minding their business’s.
you kicked him in the shin, “boy, get your act together.”
he shivered, “accident. please don’t hit me again.” toge hit the speedface and ruined my attempt at being a mature author before saying,“son, im crine.”
“and panda and toge but i guess we can die,” toge mumbled.
“hey, yuuta!” you side-hugged him.
“are the others here?” he questioned, returning your hug with his hand on your waist, before getting too nervous and letting go.
“not yet, i think noba and maki are arriving soon though.”
“oh, hey, toge and panda!” yuuta waved enthusiastically.
“how long was that?” panda whispered to inumaki, who replied with, “37 seconds..”
“damn, that’s surprising i thought he’d go longer without acknowledging us..”
“oh, look there they are.” you pointed out to yuuta.. and the other two i guess..
nobara ran up to you, putting her hands on your shoulders, shaking you slightly, and yelled. “YN, let’s get to shopping pronto!”
“so eager to drain my bank account and for what..” you muttered, dragging her hands off your shoulders.
maki followed behind nobara, “why do you even need to pay for her?”
“i lost a bet..” you whispered.
“i lost a bet..” you repeated, slightly louder.
“try me again, i didn’t hear ya?”
“i lost a bet!” you snapped, sighing exasperatedly.
“woahhh, yn ln losing a bet for the first time since middle school?” panda instigated.
“yn, i can pay!” yuuta offered, putting his hands on your shoulder.
to which you frowned softly, “no, it’s okay yuu. it was my bet.” you said, a bit robotic because nobara had already had you practice that exact line knowing yuuta would have offered.
yuuta frowned but nodded, gasping softly when inumaki and panda jumped onto his back half-assedly.. if that’s even a word but you get what i’m saying, hopefully.
“come on, bro! we got things to shop for!” inumaki chirped.
nobara grabbed yours and maki’s hand, dragging you guys the opposite way from the boys. “guys, i wanted to go to ross because apparently they’re ‘cute’ now but i just want to hate on the fake gucci shoes!”
yuuta opened his mouth, and closed it, then opened it again, “uhm, bye yn!” he waved nervously.
”bye, yuu!” you whined, as nobara dragged you guys.
“brodie, your girl was snatched.” toge shook his head with mock-sympathy.
“shut up, she’s not ‘my girl’..” yuuta denied, reluctantly.
your arms ached as you relieved them by placing your bags on a bench, maki doing the same with nobara’s.
“you shop like a lunatic..” maki snorted, shaking her head twice.
“well, it was basically free since yn paid. who would’ve passed up on a deal like that?” nobara retorted with a snicker.
“who needs enemies when you have nobara as a friend?” you shooked your head, plopping down on the bench next to the bags, slipping out your phone and snapping a pic of them for social media.
“yn, you good? you seem a bit sluggish?” maki asked, putting her hand on your forehead to check if you have a fever.
“guys, chill out. why is everyone asking me that?” you muttered, typing out the caption on your post.
“you just look tired.” nobara mumbled, opening your eyes with her fingers in a pinching motion as if she was a doctor, before you slapped her hands away softly.
“gee, thanks. thanks for worrying but i’m chill guys.”
“okay, should we go meet back up with the boys?” nobara asked.
“yeah, i wanna show yuuta what i got.” you picked up your bags and hopped up.
“of courseeee,” nobara mumbled.
“shut up.” you shoved her.
“dude, you have to understand that the world cup is ignorant to the community! like why’d they paint over that one moral and why are they letting rapists play?!” inumaki yelled, shaking his hands up to exaggerate his words.
“bro, i get it, stop trying to perform for those girls over there.” panda muttered, nudging toge in the rib.
“look, yn—i mean, the girls are back.” yuuta nodded toward you three.
inumaki and panda shared a glance and grinned, walking up to you gals. “nobara and maki, we need you.” they said in oddly deep voices.
“AHEM.. we need you.” they glanced and shook their heads sideways to you and yuuta, who were busy stealing glances at each other.
“ugh, fine!” nobara yelled, rolling her eyes and grabbing maki’s hand, following the boys.
“huh? what happened? i.. ‘zoned out’.” you question, tilting your head slightly.
“uhm, i’m not sure but.. here, hand me your bags.”
“yuuta, i’m physically stronger than you.” you deadpanned.
“hey! that’s not fair,” he frowns.
snickering, you hand him your bags. “do you wanna go grab crepes?” you ask, shifting on one foot and putting your hands on your hips.
his eyes sparkle, “yes, of course!”
leading him, you sneak a pic of his bags. wow, i guess your hobby is taking pictures of bags.
you walked up to the front of the little crepe shop.
“hello, what can i get for you today?” the cashier asks, eyeing you up and down.
“uhm, can i get that one?” you mumbled, pointing at the one you want on the menu.
“yes, ma’am. and you, sir?”
“i’d like the strawberry and chocolate one.” his face was oddly cold, maybe he was tired of holding the bags.
“right, that’ll be $7.51.” he tapped the tablet in front of him on the pearlescent counter.
“alright, thanks..” you mumble, pulling out your phone, before yuuta put it down.
“i’ll pay,” he smiled softly, grabbing his wallet and opening it, all while balancing the bags on his left arm.
“you don’t have too..” you watched as he swiped his debit card.
“don’t mention it, yn.” he smiled with his eyes closed warmly.
your heart seemed to beat a bit faster, before the cashier came up with both of your crepes.
“a pretty crepe for a pretty lady, and yours.” he handed you your crepe and then yuuta, his.
“haha, thank you.” you threw a slight smile, a bit awkward but warm enough.
“no problem, ma’am, uhm.. you two aren’t dating, yeah?”
he continued when you nodded, “i was, uh, wondering if i could get your number-“
yuuta interrupted him, “i see the group, we should go.”
“uhm, sorry i have to go!” you smiled awkwardly, walking off to catch up with yuuta.
you had a confused look on your face, watching the back of yuuta’s head, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. had he cockblocked you from getting someone’s number?
whatever, you can worry about that later.
“uhm, guys i have to head out, but yn, i can put your bags in your car?” yuuta offered.
“actually, please and thank you. here, let me unlock it.” you took out your keys and pressed the manual unlock button.
“alright, bye guys!” he walked away, as if in a rush.
“that was weird, yeah?” maki murmured, still holding nobara’s bags, which seem to have doubled.
“righttt, but all boys are weird so whatever!” nobara shrugged.
“yeah.. anyway, what were y’all doing while we were gone?” you turned around to face them.
toge and panda were slapped by the back of their head’s by maki. “we were shopping.”
“dude?? what?? you know what, whatever.” you sighed.
a/n: can you tell yuuta’s love language is acts of service and words of affirmation (im being self indulgent)?
panda doesnt even actually have a crush i just wanted to hate on him 😭
omg i wonder what happened at the end 👀👀👀 is the author finally getting into the plot 👀👀👀
