1.6. Timelapse Ⅰ: The Beef

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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝟲:

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𝖳𝖨𝖬𝖤𝖫𝖠𝖯𝖲𝖤 Ⅰ: 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖡𝖤𝖤𝖥

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❝You talk a lot of shit for a
guy
who sucks at volleyball.❞

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Wednesday, April 18, 2012.

“Oi, keep this up and my sister’s gonna be the hungry one, you know!” Shouto yelled, in hopes that it’d break Tooru and Monoma up before things could escalate even further between them. “Goddamn, they’re worse than Suna and Ginjima.” He then muttered, rubbing gently a side of his temple in order to chase away his incoming headache.

“Shouto, quit yelling, you’re gonna make Junta come.” [First Name] sighed.

“Why don’t we just ask her then?” Tooru finally suggested. “Say, [First Name]-chan, would you rather be fed by me or Monoma-chan over there, hm?”

“I already asked Oikawa-san, didn’t I? Could you both please stop acting like children? Let’s eat, Monoma-san. You’re my lunchmate, not babysitter.”

“Did he just get lunchmate-zoned?”

“Did he just get babysitter-zoned?”

Matsukawa and Hanamaki asked at the same time.

Flashing Monoma a triumphant smirk, to which he responded by rolling his eyes, Tooru brought the spoonful of [Favorite Food] into [First Name]’s open mouth. Thankfully, she accepted it and even smiled a little as she chewed, which made her look even cuter than she already did before. He wasn’t sure whether she did it because she was enjoying the taste or the game, though.

“How was it?” He then asked.

“Good.” She answered shortly before taking another spoonful into her mouth.

“Will you let me take you on a date this time then? I know a place or two that sell really good [Favorite Food]. We can —”

“No.” She outright rejected before he could even finish.

“Why nooot?” Tooru pouted as he whined.

“I got a boyfriend.” She shrugged, taking another spoonful into her mouth.

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