The Transfer Student (Aoba Johsai x Reader)

Sixteen: Meeting New Friends ;)

Warning: Partying, Drinking, Sum Spicy Shit ;)

Nervously, I glance around the giant room, manifesting that the men I'm in love with suddenly have other plans tonight.

"Y/N!"

The voice of Oikawa snaps me out of my daze and I smile, adjusting my crop top as the setter walks over to me. The pretty boy is the one who invited me to this party in the first place, so I really don't want to let him down.

"So, are we hanging out after? I'd like my reward."

I flirt, sitting next to the brunette on a bright red stool. Oikawa sits across from me, playing around with the rim of his cup before responding.

"Of course! This party's kinda lame anyways, there's no drama!"

He complains and I agree with him, scanning the room and making eye contact with a slightly baked Suna. The boy awkwardly waves and I snort as he nearly falls on top of Osamu, the gray haired boy pushing Suna off of his lap. The boy makes eye contact with me and waves as well, this making me grin as I wave back to them.

"Plus, you have to tell me about your love life, Y/N. I know you're hiding something from me, and I will find out about it."

Oikawa's slight threat snaps me out of my daze, and I turn back to the brunette, a little startled at how close his face suddenly is.

"Whatever you say, Crappykawa. Instead of making threats you won't follow through on, how about you pour me a drink?"

My words cause the boy to grin, and he grabs a red cup from the counter. I watch as the boy pours my drink and then fills his cup, handing me the beverage.

"Ready to get fucked up?"

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"Hey, hey, hey! It's you again!"

A loud voice breaks my drinking, and I turn to see a silver-haired boy, his gray tips standing out against the paleness of his hair.

"Hey! You jumped in the pool with me, right?"

I ask the attractive male who grins, immediately dragging me towards his friends. I smile at the Nekoma and Fukurodani boys, and I take a seat in between a pudding haired boy and a prettier version of Iwaizumi.

"This is Kenma, and that's Akaashi. I'm Kurro, but you already know that, loyal instagram follower."

He jokes, the kind words bringing a grin to my face.

"Thank you, you have a nice feed. What're we doing?"

I question, noticing the quieter people of the four currently hold Nintendo Switches in their hands.

"Playing Animal Crossing, wanna join?"

Pretty Iwaizumi asks me, his smooth voice an instant turn-on.

"Sure! I didn't bring my switch, do you have an extra one anywhere?"

I question, and Kurro slides his into my hands, his soft touch one that I could write fanfiction about.