𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝.
❝ in which you piece together the fragments of your past...
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You burst into the gym, 30 minutes late to volleyball practice, chest heaving as your pants rocked your hunched frame.
The distinct squeaks of rubber soles against polished floorboards came to a halt as the Seijoh volleyball team froze halfway through a spiking drill at your brusque entrance. The Molten ball in the brunette's grip fell as he stared at you, stunned.
Hanamaki cocked his head to the side in confusion, "Y/N, are you okay?"
"Nee-chan is never okay." Yuusei's snarky comment sounded from behind the net. You shot your younger brother a glare, poking your tongue out at him as you brushed the loose strands of your bangs away from your face.
You then clapped, "It just ended!"
The handsome brunette ran up to you in a split second, eyes wide, "You don't mean...?"
You nodded furiously, "Yes."
He gripped your shoulders, "The AGM, how—how did it go?"
You beamed, "Full confidence. The entire committee voted full confidence."
Unable to contain the elation coursing through your veins, your body moved once again. You threw your arms around his neck as a blinding grin bloomed on his face. He however stilled, shocked into silence as your cheek pressed against the side of his jaw.
