Nekoma University [Volleyball Vs Art Club], Kenma Kozume x reader fanfic (+18)

Chapter 9: The sleepover

"Ugh, one more day and it's finally Friday,"

I thought as I strolled through the hallways on my way to the art room. Suddenly, a heavy voice snapped my thoughts as I paused in front of the door, ready to enter.

Carefully, I peeped my head from behind the doorframe to see a group of people standing around a portrait that had a messy pink cross all over it.

"Fuck this shit, I'm surely done," Haru raged while he dashed his painting into the trashcan. "I'm confident that shitty volleyball club is behind this again."

"Haru, for real," Aiko-chan struggled to soothe her brand new boyfriend," How many times did I tell you just can't blame people if you don't have proof?"

"Yeah right... like anyone of us would force the door handle to get in this classroom," He came back, becoming more pissed off.

"Sup," I greeted the quarreling pair as I walked into the class, staring at the chaos all around Haru-Kun's workplace.

"Well, Aiko here will exactly explain it to you since she knows it better than me," Haru scoffed as he stepped out of the classroom with a heated expression.

My eyes widen at the blunt attitude of the tall pierced boy. "Damn, he's moody today," I mumbled to myself as I shifted back to Aiko, who rolled her eyes.

"Just let him be," she sighed while she cleaned up the mess he created, "He's just having a tantrum since his work for the National Tokyo Level Art Contest got ruined."

"Any idea who's behind it?" I sought semi-curious since I've heard him bring up the volleyball club.

"Well, not really a person," she clarified as she wistfully glanced at the torn scraps of art in the trash, "But I believe Haru is right..."

I nodded as I helped the girl picking up a fresh canvas and easel from the stockroom. "You know..." she continued half-heartedly, "I'm so anxious that someday he literally will lose his temper and I don't want him to get into any troubles."

"It's going to be all fine Suki," I replied with a small smile, "We know he's not the brightest, "but I'm positive he's wise enough to not do anything dangerous."

"God, I wish this would just stop..." she spoke while her eyes grew a little glossy "Now with the smashed lock, we aren't even sure if our works and tools will be secure."

"What about the princi- " I struggled coming up with something but immediately got interrupted by Aiko.

"Nah, the guy is a fanboy of our volleyball team," she sighed, pointing her finger to the cardboard that kept the wind out, "that's why we still have an unfixed window."

"Urgh, what an ass," I responded as I dropped myself on a chair, totally not in the mood to do anything since the surrounding vibe was super negative.

While I was scrolling through social media, a pop-up messaged showed on the top of my screen.