frenemies (with benefits)

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wc: 1.3k

hai :3
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his personality made a complete one eighty as soon as you mentioned some girls and the chance to be in the school paper; guess there was more important things to him than any grudge he harbored against you.

you didn't mind, of course. it kept him out of your hair.

you make your way down to the journalism clubroom, already able to hear the sounds of chaos from outside the door.

"i-i'm sorry," you hear a voice, reognizing it as the girl who had come to see you at detention, "he should be on his way, his detention is almost over!"

"no, no, no, this is all wrong, i need him here now,"

yikes.

slowly and cautiously you open the door, eyes looking around the hectic room before they land on the club president, sitting at her desk front and center.

"you,"

her brows furrow as she motions you forward, releasing her previous prey as the girl she was originally talking to runs to the nearest desk.

"tell me, how much info have you gotten on the karasuno panel?" her voice is even and steady as she stares you tf down. despite the fact that you stood while she sat down in her chair, you felt so small under her gaze.

"its.. coming along," you don't lie, scratching your neck. but prez doesn't buy it, raising an eyebrow for you to continue.

"i don't have anything for you yet," you finally breathe out, head hanging low.

but she is quiet for a long moment, the once chaotic room also quieting with her.

"three days,"

you don't speak, waiting for her to continue.

"you have three days to give me something good, or you're getting demoted right back to errand boy,"

you wince as you recall the memories.. fixing the printer, running around the school completing useless tasks, and essentially being the resident punching bag.

it was a position you had no desire to go back to since rising up the ranks.

"got it," you nod, turning on your heel to make your way out the clubroom.

when you finally exit, it feels like you can finally breathe again as you release the breathe you were unknowingly holding.

getting the death stare from your club president and a detention from your last class of the day felt like way more than you deserved, but you just had one more thing and you were homeward bound.

by the time you made it down to the volleyball gym, practice was in full gear just like last time. the coach watching the team play,  occasionally yelling out some insight.

it seemed like they were having a practice match with another team, considering across the gym was another coach and manager watching over players you didn't recognize.

between the time you spent in detention and at journalism club, you didn't have much time before practice ended but you was finna make the most of it.

trying not to make a big scene, you take out your camera, eyes darting around the gym

"on the right!" you hear a familiar voice call out. as you look up with your camera, you're met with the sight of tanaka as he reaches back to spike the ball, sweat beading down his flushed determined face.

you watch in awe, snapping a picture as he falls back to the ground, a perfect spike, pumping his fist in the air as he cheers.

"nice one," the coach claps, another point for your boys and you can't help but agree with him as you snap back into focus, waiting for your next picture opportunity.