The Aoba Johsai Chronicles

jealousy

purple was not a good color for her, kamine thinks as she lightly brushes her fingers against the deep plum colored bruises marring her neck and shoulders.

she could feel her body shiver involuntarily, thinking about how makki's lips had felt on her skin, how his long, deft fingers had massaged her insides until she was putty in his hand.

her breathing picked up slightly and she subconsciously begins to rub her thighs together as she remembers mattsun. her fingers flexed at her sides, her mind trying to forget the phantom feeling of his hardened length in her hand.

with a deep breath, kamine swiftly slaps her palms onto her cheeks, trying hard to forget everything that had happened on that train yesterday.

she lifted her head to look at herself in the bathroom mirror. "you'll be fine. just... just stay out of their way." she tries to assure herself, not wanting to run into anyone from the volleyball team, especially the pesky third years.

•

oikawa couldn't believe his ears. his jaw hung open and his body went slack as soon as those four words escaped his teammate's mouth.

"i fingered yamashiro yesterday." makki brags haughtily, his chest puffed up as a shit-eating grin splits his face in half.

"th-that can't-... no way. you're lying." oikawa stutters out, not even bothering to glance at his best friend who looked absolutely appalled at the moment.

"oh it's true alright. she jerked me off too." mattsun adds and oikawa could feel his world shatter.

well, maybe that was an exaggeration. but something did shatter. perhaps it was his pride.

iwaizumi glanced at the captain out of the corner of his eye. he knew how obsessed oikawa was with kamine. the so-called obsession bordered on infatuation at this point.

to be honest, iwaizumi would be lying if he said he wasn't a little interested in her either.

kamine was basically a mystery to everyone in school. nobody knew anything about her or where she came from or who she's friends with. she never gave any of that information away. actually, she doesn't even talk to most people at all.

but iwaizumi knew she were a hard worker. he was in her class, after all. he noticed that she'd get the highest grades out of any student in the whole school. she was extremely organized and a huge stickler for rules. she never ate lunch in the cafeteria. she never missed a single day of school.

well, that was only the more obvious things he'd noticed about her. he'd also noticed that she tends not be more comfortable around girls rather than boys. she liked the color pink a lot. she uses strawberry scented... everything. she sucks at drawing but she doodles a marshmallow shaped ghost on nearly all her notes.

"iwa-chan, this is not fair!" he was suddenly broken out of his thoughts as his best friend suddenly clings onto his leg. "i liked her first! how come they got to experience all those things with her but not me?!"

"maybe because you're a coward. if you like her so much, why don't you just confess to her?" he huffs in annoyance, kicking oikawa away.

oikawa easily gets back up onto his feet, a thoughtful look crossing his face before his eyes light up. "you're a genius, iwa-chan! i'll go tell her that i want to have sex with her too!"

iwaizumi immediately grabs onto his collar and drags him back before the manchild could run loose. "what the hell is wrong with you?! you think girls like to be treated like that? just take her out on a date first or something. also... if you just want sex from her then maybe you should just stay away from her."

oikawa's eyes soften at his words. "i know. but i know yamashiro. she's not one for relationships. she's always been more focused on her studies and stuff. but... you're right. i'll go apologize to her."

•

kamine jumps three feet into the air as the door to the student council room is suddenly thrown open.

her hand flies to her thundering heart, clutching the front of her shirt as she turns around to see oikawa.

"oikawa, you seriously need to learn how to knock. why are you here? i told you i'd arrange the buses for tomorrow."

kamine clears her throat and straightens herself, trying not to think about yesterday's little... incident with two of oikawa's teammates. she wondered if he knew...

"i know. i'm not hear for that. i just missed you." oikawa gives her a sweet smile as he moves around the large desk in the middle of the student council room, slowly approaching her.

in turn, kamine takes a cautionary step back, her heartbeat picking up the closer he got.

oikawa's gets close enough to her, only a couple of feet remaining between them before leans a bit closer. "i heard what happened... with you, makki and mattsun." his eyes darken at his own words, not wanting to think about them touching you.

kamine gulps softly, her eyes widening ever so slightly before she quickly regains her composure. "i don't know what you're talking about."

oikawa lets out a soft chuckle at that, his brown pupils now almost blackened. "i think you do, ms. president. or shall i call you kamine-chan. you used to love it when i called you that."