The Transfer Student (Aoba Johsai x Reader)

Nineteen: Planning and Plotting

"You're late."

An annoyed Oikawa plainly states, opening the gym door so Makki and I can enter the space.

"Sorry, our mom was home for once, so we stayed up late taking care of her. Why are we here at six in the morning?"

I ask the captain, waving at Iwaizumi before taking a seat next to Mattsun. 

"Planning, obviously! Do you not look at the groupchat ever? I told you before, playoffs start tomorrow, and we gotta win out!"

The determined captain states, leaving the area for a few minutes. I scan the area and notice the rest of the team is also confused, and we hear a squeaking sound at the door. We all turn around to see Oikawa wheeling in a whiteboard, and I groan. 

"Iwaizumi, do you have my markers? The colorful ones?"

The setter asks and the ace groans, tossing the items towards our captain as we all laugh at their interaction. Oikawa begins to speak and I tune him out, placing my head on Mattsun's shoulder and smiling as he wraps an arm around my waist.

"Hey, wanna do something after practice? Just the two of us?"

I boldly whisper, making sure only the wing spiker can hear my words.

"Like a date?"

He asks and I nod, pretending to focus on the annoying setter's elaborate strategy. 

"Yeah, that sounds fun. Think you can meet me at the gas station at six? I don't want you getting in trouble with Makki."

The sweet boy offers and I internally scream, glad my bluntness worked in my favor for once. 

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After texting Eren the tea, I text Suna, asking if we can push back our tutoring session to another day. Thankfully the boy understands, spamming my phone with memes to hype me up for my evening activities. With a smile on my face, I take a seat next to Yahaba, who definitely got railed last night. 

"So, Kyō tops?"

I casually ask, the poor boy dropping his pens in shock, and the two of us watch the items fly across the small classroom.

"How could you tell?"

He asks rudely, and I laugh, helping him get his shit together. FInally, the backup setter sits down, whipping out his notebook.

"For one, you have hickies everywhere, I can see them from here. Also, isn't that his warmup jacket?"

Yahaba flips me off, confirming my accusations, and I swear his face is suddenly redder than the apple delicately sitting atop the teacher's desk.

"You're evil."

He calmly states, returning to his classwork. With a smirk on my face, I do the same, already preparing to tell Oikawa all about this.

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"Wow, what an artsy locker."

Semi sarcastically states and I flip my camera around so he can see my annoyed grimace.

"Shut up. At least I don't kin Silva AND Ryuk. How does that even make sense? The only thing they have in common is fucking with killing people. Do you even know what a kin is?"