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• It's a date, kay?
There was a break in between sets as the Jackals took the first set from the Adlers.
"So who is this Iwaizumi guy?" Suna nudged (Y/n)'s side.
The (H/c) haired woman kept her bright smile with overly widened eyes. "Err..."
She fiddled with her ends deciding on whether or not to tell the truth, "Well he's...my staff."
Suna knew this was a half-assed response, half true and half bullshit—Although this isn't the first time she gave this type of response.
"Oh! Noya called me an hour ago!" She hurriedly tapped away at her phone to the message she had also missed.
He hums, "And who's Noya?" He held a curious face—A damn cute one for such features.
"He became a model with me, he went to audition with me without any practice, and look at him now." She smiles fondly at the photos he sent.
Nishinoya went on break since he felt his small group of staff were barely managing during fashion week. (Y/n) would say the same though—Fashion week is so draining!
Suna's eyes turned round regardless of his gray-greenish narrow eyes.
"Were you the one who requested me for this ball next month?" He leaned towards her, Suna didn't like the reluctance from her though—Time should make her love him.
(Y/n) played with her cap and avoided his gaze, "Is that why your last name sounded familiar...?" She chuckled low and nervously.
He held a smug grin, "At least my name was in the back of your head."
Chills went up her spine as if cold fingers walked their way upward—This guy, this kid, he's just younger by a year, but why is he making her feel; Cold?
In (Y/n)'s little observant yet dumb brain—The Jackals won the game in four sets, as she ate Osamu's onigiri, and she was ready to go home; Fast.
She waved to her friends, and manager before she went on the ground with the players as Suna followed suit.
"I don't like this crowd (Y/n)." Suna kept his hand on her shoulder, guiding her away from all the guys.
"And about me painting you, I think we can practice at my studio before the ball so I don't fuck up, you know?"
