Most Unfortunate - Daichi X Reader

PART TWELVE: CHARACTER SPECIAL!

*Mckenzie's POV*

I smile to myself with a prideful grin.

The gymnasium's floors once marked with skids of rubber and the smell of sweat, now glistens freshly polished and so clean you could eat off it.

Not that I would recommend it.

That's just gross.

I can see off in the corner of the gym, my two close friends bickering as always. And most likely over something stupid. For example, in the past, some of the dumbest arguments have been over, who gets to leave the gym first, and even yelling about someone grabbing one of the water bottles Kiyoko freshly filled and claiming it's theirs. Regardless that they had no name labels.

And that's off the top of my head.

If you gave me a minute with a pen and paper, I could write down a list that could give the Declaration of Independence a run for its money.

Sometimes those two remind me of baby birds fighting over a worm.

With a sigh, I let out a small laugh at their stupidity.

Making my way to the storage room, I pull the cold metallic handle, the door clicking open with a creek. It's pitch-black inside. I gulp, a sinking feeling in my belly as my free arm reaches around the door frame, struggling to feel for the light switch.

Where is it?!

Still feeling around blind and getting frustrated, when suddenly the lights flicker and turn on with a snap.

I let out an unattractive screech.

Something you should know is, I can't scream to save my life. And since I can't, what it really sounds like is a bird with something lodged in its throat.

Hot, right?

With my heart beating a mile a minute I try to calm my nerves. 'I'm too young to have a heart attack.' I grumble internally as I shake off my jitters. Then I feel something large grab my shoulder.

Cue the dying bird sounds.

I thrash around, doing The Harlem Shake like a pro, and trying to get whatever is on me, the HELL OFF!

"Arrkkk!" I 'scream' whipping around only to face a familiar orange-haired boy... Who is now also shrieking with his hands defensively in the air, as we have our scream-off.

Shockingly, he is winning with an extensive lead.

'It's so high pitched...'

Tears prick at my eyes, overwhelmed with the situation.

"Why are you screeching?!" I yell at Hinata utterly confused and heaving from all the earsplitting commotion. The energetic wing spiker is still on edge.

"You scared me, you started yelling at me!" He cries, shaking me by my shoulders.

"Well since you're here help me put this stuff away. AND STOP SHAKING ME!" I shout pushing the mops into his chest, to which he stumbles backward just barely remaining upright.

The startled boy, hugging the cleaning supplies heads into the storage room as I point in its direction, letting out a huff.

I thought I was embarrassed before, but as I turn around, I am faced with the truth that the rest of the team is still in the gym. Snickering.

Whoops.

I feel my face flush, mortified.

I want to make like an ostrich and bury my head in the sand.