Saturday came too fast yet too slow for Yachi. Since (F/n) asked her to hang out with her, she couldn’t get it out of her mind. Her anxiety would spike randomly when she envisioned a potential scenario of how the hang-out might go, even though she knew her fears were irrational. Kiyoko did her best to console her as almost every night Yachi would call her and ask every hypothetical question about the future event. And it’s not like she didn’t want to hang out with (F/n), it’s just that knowing she feels sort of, different, whenever (F/n) is around her, she was afraid (F/n) would be weirded out by her behavior. Kiyoko reassured her that (F/n) wouldn’t be weirded out and that all she had to do was be herself.
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“Come on slowpoke,” (F/n) was tying her shoes, calling out to her cousin who was still half asleep.
“I still don’t understand why you have so much energy for how little you sleep,” Tsukishima yawned as he slowly sat on the ledge of the step, putting his shoes on.
(F/n) shrugged and jumped up, “When you’ve been awake for 72 straight hours and get three hours of sleep, it does things to you,” she waited for her cousin to finish putting on his shoes, “come on, we still have to pick up your boyfriend,”
Tsukishima choked and went to smack (F/n)’s arms but she ran out the door, giggling. Kei sighed before he finished tying his shoes. He stood up, grabbed his volleyball bag, and headed out the door, saying goodbye to his mom in the process.
“The hangout isn’t being too forward, right?” (F/n) asked the question out of the blue.
