#supaikaa

Noya-senpai, I'm sure he just means out of the first years! I bet you're his favorite second year son!

      thankfully the field trip students are no longer his responsibility. by the time his thirty minute instructional lesson was up, he was starting to get watery-eyed and discouraged.

        unfortunately, he had intended to spend his lunch break bothering hinata, but now hinata is elbows deep in children. goshiki winces at the number of jam-hands in the touch tank and immediately empathizes with the red head’s apparent stress. 

        goshiki sulks a little, planning to escape quietly to avoid re-initiating contact with the younglings. except one of them screeches as it rips a sea cucumber from the water and that is not okay. it dawns on him now that someone else should be helping hinata, probably. there are a lot of children and, well, they are all about hinata’s size. if they wanted to overpower him, they likely could. 

     the kid looks five seconds away from throwing a tantrum. which would be funny, if his voice weren’t so grating and he didn’t bear a striking resemblance to a certain bowl-cutted first year he was too annoyingly acquainted with. as the baby squeaks and protests, the setter pauses in his path, mouth drawn into a steep frown over the pile of volleyballs he’s carrying.

              “ you can hardly hold the ball as it is, let alone hold it still long enough to get it back into the bin. if i let you have one you’ll lose your mind and make a bigger mess. ”

     he squints and continues walking, eyes trained on the bin at the other side of the gym.

*LOUD GASPS*