Warning: Slight Gore, Blood!
A terrified Makki stares at me, blood on his white volleyball jersey. Looking down, I notice the dude cut his finger instead of the vegetables, and I gasp.
"How the fuck did you cut your ENTIRE FINGER OFF?"
I scream, the nasty sight one that causes bile to rise in my throat.
"I don't know! I was Facetiming Tendou, next thing I know, bam! No finger!"
He yells back, still looking down at the cutting board in shock.
"We need to go to a hospital, now. Hopefully, they'll be able to stitch it back on, and you can play in prelims."
I state, grabbing Makki's car keys off the hook.
"Put your finger in a bag, I guess? Unless you wanna just hold it the entire way to the hospital."
Makki shakes his head at my words, grabbing a little baggie and dropping the bloody object inside. He follows me out the door, attempting to text our parents with nine fingers instead of ten.
"Okay, floor it!"
The boy yells, and I comply.
"Man, I hate being related to you sometimes. No wonder why nobody trusts you in the kitchen."
I mutter, hoping the stupid wing spiker doesn't hear me.
"Hey!"
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"He's so fucking stupid."
Mattsun remarks, sitting down next to me in the cramped waiting room. The lack of space gives me the perfect excuse to practically sit on the boy's lap, which neither of us complain about.
"Tell me about it. Wanna see the video of it? Tendou recorded their Facetime call, so I have easy access."
I question the boy, whipping out my phone to show the crackhead. Mattsun eagerly watches the video, laughing as Makki's finger goes flying.
"PLEASE! How is he so dumb?"
Giggling, I shrug at his question, then play the video again.
"Should I send this to the team group chat? I have a weird feeling Kyōtani will find this funny."
I joke, Mattsun agreeing with me. Quickly, I press "send", then open up a new Google tab to see if Makki will actually have to live with nine fingers. Thankfully, the web says they can sew his finger back on, and I grin at the chaos of the Aoba Johsai group chat.
"Why did Yahaba send this gif?"
Mattsun asks me, shoving his own phone in my face. Blinking, I look at the image, then hit the boy's shoulder.
"Stop showing me that ugly yandere's stupid posts, he's not funny."
My joke makes the pretty boy laugh, and he slings his arm around my shoulder.
"Hey! Don't come at my boy Yahaba, he's pretty chill! Look, I'll show you the memes he sends me about practice."
The boy defensively says, and we begin talking about the chaoticness of Yahaba in general.
"Hanamaki Y/N? Your brother is out of surgery, and would like to see you."
A nurse states, destroying the moment between Mattsun and I. The two of us get up and walk down the hospital hall, ready to see the dumbest person we know.
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