𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙬𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙢 | 𝘬. 𝘬𝘰𝘻𝘶𝘮𝘦 [HIATUS]

𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭-𝐝𝐞𝐮𝐱 | 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓃𝓊𝓉

『𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓷𝓾𝓽』
❝do me justice❞

Claps surround the entire auditorium, with the audience howling in awe and some are even standing. "That's our princess!" Y/N flushes in red, feeling a bit embarrassed of her cousins calling her by that. Beside the twins are the Inarizaki volleyball club, Y/N's friends, and the Nekoma guys, who are also cheering for the girl.

Meanwhile, just a row away from the group, Takeshi slowly claps his hands. He feels a myriad of feelings: guilt, remorse, confusion. But one thing's for sure, he wants to apologize to Y/N, properly this time. He knows he fucked up the last one; he let his insecurities control him.

Takeshi sees Y/N go through the backstage and he gets up from his seat. Unfortunately for him, the volleyball boys (or the Y/N protection squad as Akagi calls them) block his way, glaring hard to intimidate the soccer team's vice-captain.

"Excuse me," Takeshi is about to weave through the group but the boys don't budge, not a single inch. "What're ya tryna do again, Nakashima?" Atsumu asks, or warns, his tone condescending and unfeeling. Takeshi glares back at the blonde, "Can ya move? I'm gonna talk ta Y/N-san-"

"That's Miya-san ta ya," Osamu cuts him, his words sharp as his jaw clenches in irritation. "Ya don't have the privilege ta call her by her name anymore. Ya fucked it up," he pauses and raises his chin, "Ya fucked up since the beginnin'."

Irked, Takeshi turns his head to the side with a scoff. "Since the beginnin'? Don't make me laugh, Miya-san." He stares back at Osamu's piercing grey eyes, "I treated yer cousin well. I did everythin' and anythin' that I could fer her. She's the one who fucked things up." The twins are about to react when Kenma butts in. He wasn't able to stop himself from slipping the question out, "Then why did you even ask her out?"

Takeshi freezes as he meets Kenma's gaze, feeling a slight shiver from being stared down by the guy's sharp, golden, cat-like orbs. He scours the crevices of his brain for a reason, but under tremendous pressure (from the intense glares of the protection squad), his control snaps.