If staying with him makes her a masochist, then so be it.
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TOXIN
BOOK TWO OF THE "SETTER THING" TETRALOGY
by Anittpad
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Synopsis:
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[First Name] was one persistent brat. She was a committed delinquent on a mission to get her old life back. She acte...
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𝗦𝗨𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗗
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❝Let’s have a rematch when I’m back, [First Name]cchi.❞
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[First Name] let herself get dragged back into the gym by the hand Kise held in his, followed by Jin’ya, Oikawa, Kyoutani and the myriad of their fans combined into one big crowd. The match began as soon as Kise entered the court with a basketball he’d picked up from the gym’s storage room he just got out of in hand and with him dribbling the ball until he dunked it without even once letting her touch it. But everyone, including him himself, knew she was just late in chasing him because she was also late in realizing that the match had indeed started.
Because she didn’t let it happen the second time.
She wasn’t really sure on whether using her feet would be legal in basketball or not, so she digged the ball as soon as he dribbled it down into the floor, sending it up into the air. It hurt like shit, especially with the ball being a basketball and her hand having just recovered, but she seemed unbothered or, rather, chose to ignore the pain in order to chase the ball. But so did he. He did the same, knowing the moment she’d lay a hand on it would also be the moment things would be over for him. But he was too late.
By the time he finally reached her, the ball was already in her hands. From there, she tossed it up until it fell into his ring that she treated like a teammate, with she, herself, as the setter, and the crowd went crazy at it. How couldn’t they? When they were both still currently standing in the other side of the court? Because they could see it now. They could all see it now: Oikawa, Kise, Kyoutani and everyone else who missed her last match. They could finally see what the ones who didn’t were talking about. The ring was her target, the ball her arrow and her hands her bow.
“Shit. They weren’t kidding at all, huh? You’re a monster, [First Name]cchi, which is why I’ll make sure to block you now.”
He wasn’t kidding either. It was her ball now but, considering he was so much bigger and taller than her, she couldn’t even do anything about it. The longer she played, the more she felt like she was playing against a mirror. Everywhere she’d go, he’d be there, reflecting her own movements back to her, and everytime she’d try to shoot the ball up again the way she did it before, he’d also be there with his arms hovering above her head, casting a shadow over it like a parasol.
