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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ sᴇᴠᴇɴ *ੈ✩‧₊˚
"so what is my part in this?" you sighed second guessing yourself that this might go south. "i need you to act close to me, almost like we're dating... again." the person let out a shaky sigh, "okay i'm in." you couldn't help but smile brightly, in the back of your head still questioning yourself.
"ah thank you so much kenma. i owe you now." he smirked but of course you couldn't see. "yeah, i know how you can make it up to me but later okay?"
"kenma kozume you naughty boy," you say joking. "you know i hate when you say that, makes me wanna gag." rolling your eyes you replied, "i remember when i was ga- you know what nevermind."
"and i'm naughty?"
"you're right, that word is weird," he laughed on the other line. "i'm always right, but you knew this." you knew his cocky smirk was present. "this isn't the time for your "i'm always right" bullshit."
"i like when you talk back to me y/n, it's sexy."
"i'm hanging up now," you rolled your eyes in annoyance. "later girlfriend," after ending the call you threw your phone on the bed and decided to take a shower to cool off.
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"i could've got her number but nooo~" konoha pouted, you had told the girl something embarrassing he did which made her laugh at him and walk away. "akaashi control your girl, she's gone mad." you scoffed, "why do you always call for akaashi to save the day? too scared to go all out with a girl?"
"ian scared of nothing, not even a fragile girl like you," he stood tall proud of himself like he just annihilated you. could he be more wrong, "you got one more time akinori, one more." he was taken back from you calling him by his first name. "h-hey don't say my first name... it scares me." he mumbled.
"what was that?"
"nothing!"
bokuto's laugh could be heard soon after, "no way you finally admit you're scared of her." he sent a hard slap to konoha's back earning a 'ow' from the boy. "why are you so heavy handed and i'm still not scared of her." bokuto raised an eyebrow, "whatever helps you sleep at night." he went to stretch for practice leaving konoha on the bench.
akaashi pulled you to the side, "babe what's up with you today?" he moved your hair out of your face and caressed your cheek—of course no one was looking.
"nothing i'm fine, why don't you yell at him. he's always giving me problems and most of the time i don't say anything to him." you both looked at konoha, he quickly looked away when you made eye contact.
with konoha it was weird, he picked on you like how boys in middle school pick on the girls they like. then it clicked to you, could konoha like me?
"you're right i'll talk to him okay," he quickly pecked your cheek and walked onto the court.
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on facetime with kenma
"explain this plan again," you were currently doing your hair for the next day in your bathroom, if you didn't who knows what it will look like in the morning. "we are gonna get closer i guess, we have to make it seem like we're dating again." kenma leaned back in his chair, "ah i see, all of this for one guy."
"he's not just some random guy, he's my best friend and i really like him—for a while now." he paused his game to study your face. "what?" he softly smiled, "you're so pretty y/n," insistent butterflies went to your stomach. "t-thank you, you're pretty as well kenma."
"you mean hot and i know," he resumed his game with a smirk. "i try to be nice and where does it get me." kenma chuckled, "this is gonna be fun."
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