Thinking about how Iwaizumi and Oikawa are entering the gym only to find Mattsun and Makki huddled in a corner. Conspiring.
โWhat are you two up to now?โ, Iwaizumi asks and casually kicks Makkiโs foot.
His friend taps the end of his pencil against his lips in thought and replies, without looking up, โMaking a list.โ
Mattsun, ever so helpful, explains, โWeโre weighing the pros and cons of him finally asking out y/n.โ
Oikawa grinned and squatted down to see the paper. Clearing his throat he began to read: โPro - thinks Iโm funny, Con - also thinks Issei is funny. Pro - soft like aโฆ like a walking body pillow - really?โ
Oikawa sighed and continued, โCon - likes the same pudding flavor I do - how is that a con?โ
โBecause Iโd feel obligated to give her my pudding.โ Makki said it as if that should have been obvious.
Iwaizumi groaned in annoyance.
โPro - actual physical manifestation of my dream girl.โ
โYouโd think that would be top of the list.โ, Iwaizumi grumbled and kicked Makkiโs foot again, harder this time.
โCon - too good for me. Hey, come on, Makki-chan. I mean, youโre right, but that shouldnโt discourage you.โ, Oikawa said genuinely, which earned him a sad glare from the boys on the floor.
โPro - small hands.โ, he paused in confusion, โWhat?โ
Makki leaned back against the wall of the gym and shrugged, โHer hands are much smaller than mine. Puts things into โฆ perspective.โ
Oikawa and Iwaizumi frowned, Mattsun nodded sagely.