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seen you so mad.

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when kunimi arrived at the locker rooms, all he could think about was his encounter with that dude.

he absolutely hated the way he talked about y/n. it made his blood boil as he stood in front of his locker; about to put on a shirt.

his fist clenched and unclenched as the conversation played over and over in his head until he just snapped.

he let out a sigh after punching the locker beside him; shaking his head. he'd deal with it later, he just needed to get to practice.

"yo, whats with you? i've never seen you so mad." kindaichi whistled, looking at the new bruise on kunimi's hand.

"it's nothing." he mumbled, wrapping it up before finishing getting ready to practice. "let's just go."

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"you still gon' keep lying, or you gon' tell us what really happened to your hand?" jackson asked as his fingertips brushed over the freshly bruised hand.

"nothing," kunimi responded, waiting for ashlyn to hurry up.

"it's not just nothing. he completely ignored y/n when practice was over." kindaichi stated, making jackson pucker his lips since he knew there was tea.

"nigga what happened?" they pressed, making kunimi roll his eyes before he took a deep breath.

"nothing." he stated again. "will you shut up anyway? i just drove all the way from seijoh to pick you up from karasuno, and now ashlyn up from nekoma and she's taking too damn long." he hissed.

"oh something definitely happened." jackson whispered, sitting closer to the window in case he'd be the next thing kunimi punched.

"nothing fucking happened alright?" kunimi spat, his patience running low as he looked over at jackson.

"alright dawg." jackson mumbled, watching as ashlyn walked over to the car after kissing her new girlfriend bye.

"yo, what happened?" ashlyn asked as her first thing when she finally arrived to the backseat. kindaichi and jackson sucked in a deep breath as silence encased the group.

"i had a run in with her ex." kunimi mumbled after a little while of just looking at nekoma's parking lot. he drove off, finally heading home after a long day.

"yikes," jackson hissed, making a disgusted face as kunimi's hand gripped the wheel tighter.

"yeah, you should've heard the shit he was saying about her." he exclaimed, clicking his tongue. "but now i have to apologize to y/n because i blew her off."

"double yikes." ashlyn added, puckering her lips.

"you guys aren't helping me here." akira sighed, loosening his grip on the wheel as ashlyn laughed.

"our bad." the three said in unison, making kunimi shake his head with a chuckle.