Chapter 3: Fission

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I entered class one morning to find Shinozaki Natori sitting in my seat. Oikawa's ass - which is incrementally less flat than before thanks to our biweekly Bussin' Booty Bonanza, or BBB, as we called it - is perched casually at the edge of the desk where I regularly put my belongings. I cringe and approach Iwaizumi, who is pointedly ignoring them.

"Good morning," I greet him.

"Mornin'," he grunts.

There is a flaming pink elephant in the room in the form of a teenage girl putting her ass where my ass belongs, but neither of us acknowledge it, hoping the bell would save us sooner rather than later. We had no issues with letting Oikawa mansplain, manipulate, manwhore, but their inexperienced teenage flirting, with her smacking his arm playfully whenever he said something amusing, was giving us secondhand embarrassment.

I whip out my phone and click on my group chat with the other second years. One especially long bus ride to a game led us to creating a sorority sister themed chat, complete with sorority girl nicknames for each other.

To: The Ladiess[7:56 am]

From: Sister Mary-Lou (You)

Code Purple

To: The Ladiess [7:56 am]

From: Sister Ashleigh (Makki)

It's first thing in the morning??

To: The Ladiess [7:57 am]

From: Sister Brittneigh (Mattsun)

Are we even surprised at this point?

To: The Ladiess [7:57 am]

From: Sister Tiffany (Iwa)

I think he actually likes this one

To: The Ladiess [7:57 am]

From: Sister Mary-Lou (You)

But she can totally do better

To: The Ladiess [7:58 am]

From: Sister Tiffany (Iwa), Sister Brittneigh (Mattsun), & Sister Ashleigh(Makki)

Agreed

Iwaizumi and I stuff our phones back in our bags and I eye the girl still sitting in my seat, vaguely wondering if she has any intention of making it to her own class on time. Making eye contact with Iwaizumi, I try to get him to help me out, but he just pretends to be absorbed in last night's math homework.

"Fake," I huff. Shouldering my bag, I walk up to the pair, who finally seem to notice my presence. Shinozaki looks at me and gasps.

"Oh, I'm in your seat! I'm so sorry, Kobayashi, I'll move!" She stands up quickly, grabbing her own bag in the process. Her movement makes a whiff of her strawberry scented shampoo fill my nostrils.

I thought, 'Ugh, she's nice and she smells good! Now I'm the asshole.'

"Uh, it's fine. Not a problem," I mumble out. She waves goodbye to Oikawa, and makes her way out the door. The brunette, ass still on my precious desk, watches her leave.

"What a cutie," he chuckles.

Ignoring him, I'm excited to put a previous birthday gift to use: disinfecting wipes. I've been told that cleaning supplies are an odd gift, but I've known the guy so long I didn't even notice.

Oikawa moves without being asked and I wipe down the wooden desk, paying extra attention to the spots infected with his butt flakes.

The setter takes my ignoring him completely the wrong way and he situates himself on his half of my chair.

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