"Ayo?"
I yell, grinning when I hear Makki's call back to me. Thankfully, the two of us somehow made it home, and I now (sadly) have to face reality.
"Can you make breakfast? I'll give you.. my last origini?"
I ask and I hear a curse from downstairs, then the chaotic sound of pots and pans. Quickly, I throw on a sweatshirt and head downstairs, scanning my phone as I walk.
"Thanks for adding me to the stoner squad!"
Makki glares as me when I scream, and I enter the kitchen to see him cooking some eggs.
"What? I checked, the rents aren't home."
I assure him, causing the boy to loosen up a bit. He moves onto cooking some Gohan for the two of us, expertly creating the simple dish.
"So, ready for practice?"
I begin to eat the food he throws at me, firing away a few questions as I devour my meal. The boy nods, and the two of us eat in silence, casually checking our phones.
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Akira sprints over to me, nearly knocking me off my feet as I enter the gym, Makki by my side.
"Y/N! I have drama!"
The normally calm boy announces, surprising everyone in the gym. Ignoring the team's expressions, I grin and give Akira a hug, then let go of him.
"While they set up the net, you can spill to me. If anyone asks, we're filling up the waters, got it?"
I demand, handing him a bottle before grabbing some for myself.
"Okay, so you know the carrot-top from Karasuno? He snuck into the training camp!"
He whispers, causing me to gasp.
"No fucking way! I bet Ushijima and co. went crazy!"
I respond, filling up more of the bottles as we talk.
"Trust me, they were all embarrassed for him. Dude had to sleep outside, for crying out loud! It was almost as awkward as when we found Yahaba's lockscreen!"
My companion sassily replies, and the two of us start to giggle.
"Aki, this is why you're my favorite."
I joke, causing the boy to smile in delight. Before I can react, he wraps two arms around me, catching the attention of his gossip hungry teammates.
"She want the whole crew, shawty brave."
Makki sings out, this causing me to stop hugging Akira and glare at my brother.
"No, he's a child."
The rest of the team chuckles at my words, and Mattsun quickly uses this opportunity to walk over to me, slinging an arm around my shoulder.
"Also, at least I can confess to the people I do want."
I jab, the immature boys laughing even harder.
"So, why haven't you confessed to me yet?"
Mattsun whispers into my ear, lightly kissing the lobe before pulling his face back. The simple action is one I know will stay in my mind all day, and I open my mouth to respond.
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The Transfer Student (Aoba Johsai x Reader)
FanfictionWhat happens when Takahiro Hanamaki's stepsister from the United States, Y/N L/N, transfers to Aoba Johsai? Complete chaos. A Black/Mixed Y/N x Aoba Johsai fanfic!