tw: sendoh x fem!reader, aged up/mature characters, lots of banter, fluff, long read (ish)
(edit: notes are , if y'all a little curious.^^ i'm sorry in advance, i don't beta these stuff. i just really appreciate sendoh.^^ byeee)
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"good evening, bestie. sorry i'm late."
you and akira sendoh go way back: you were always in the same class since freshman year, became friends, and now colleagues at ryonan high faculty. while you drifted away for a few years (when you both got busy and pursued your own paths), you warmed up to each other again when he turned up here at your alma mater.
"you shouldn't be working so hard, you know. we still have tomorrow." he starts the conversation, pulling a chair from a desk (that's not his) and crossing his arms on the headrest, eyes on you. he's wearing a dark blue hoodie and sweatpants, looking refreshed.
it's past 6pm and you're still in the faculty room, checking your students' essays on one assigned reading. your fellow teachers have called it a day save for you and sendoh.
"i just want to sleep in peace tonight. besides, i'm nearly done checking these." you tell him, showing off the stack of papers that you finished checking.
he chuckles. "good for you, then! can you can finish quicker so i can drive you home?" he hovers on your shoulder, scanning the paper you're currently reading.
you boop the tip of his nose with your pen to halt him from bugging you further. "maybe if you'll behave, then i can finish right away." you answer sternly, but with amused eyes darting at him.
he pouts and backs off, but not far enough from you still. "i'm sorry, miss (L/N). will you send me to detention for my behavior?"
that mischievous voice is something you've always put up with. you giggle and shake your head.
but all these aside, since there's only the two of you here, you realize that now's the perfect time to confront tell him how you feel. so you turn your swivel chair to face him, crossing your legs and arms on your lap. you almost look like a therapist.
knowing you, he can sense that there could be a serious conversation. he mirrors your current stance and smirks. "tell me about it, (Y/N)."
"akira. we were classmates since high school, freshman year to be exact."
he nods. "that's correct."
"from first year to third year, you were consistently incredible in basketball. many girls swooned over you, they were even asking me to give them your number. but of course i didn't."
he howls with laughter. "right. it was ridiculous. but that was the price of fame, i guess. but i gotta credit you for keeping my personal information private!"
"nah. i'm just selfish and petty."
"oh. well thank you still, for being selfish and petty, i guess."
"you're welcome. i watched almost all of your game, though."
"i know. thank goodness you didn't have an army of cheering squad."
you hit his arm with force and chuckle, clearly recalling who he's alluding to. "no, not a chance, akira. like i said, selfish, but not that petty."
he nods to acknowledge your efforts in the past. "appreciate it, (Y/N)."
"and i know how hard you practiced to achieve high rankings. especially with coach taoka being brutal. so when you're not in class, i'd lend you my notes at the end of the day or the following day."
