Natsumi had requested to see you in her father's office. So here she was, stood in front of you, on one side of the desk and waving a club application in your face. The club? The fucking soccer club.
"I guess you could say you influenced me, Y/n." Natsumi placed the application onto the desk, sending you a sweet smile and crossing her arms.
"Just because I have a larger following than you, doesn't mean you can call me an influencer." Your eyes narrowed as you sent a smile back. "And, aren't you a dirty little liar?"
Natsumi seemed taken aback. "What ever do you mean by that?"
"Joining the team after saying that we'd have to waste no more time on them." You stepped forward, leaning one hand on the desk and raising the other hand to tuck a lock of auburn hair behind her ear. "You can admit you're just as obsessed with me as the next person."
She stammered out a response as she shifted her gaze between your eyes. "I-I am not—!"
"Uh, uh." You said quietly, placing a finger on her lips. "It's okay, Natsumi. I already know you are, so there's no use lying. Again."
Natsumi huffed, turning away from you sharply. "With my presence on the team, it will certainly only lead to melioration."
"Of course," You said, using a placating tone to ease the tension. Your hand that was once at close proximity to her face fell to your side as you pushed yourself off the desk. "Because you have all the knowledge to win soccer games."
"Don't underestimate me!"
"Oh, I'm not underestimating you," You said, a sympathetic tone in your words. "I'm just stating the facts."
"I'm not here to fight with you," She muttered, letting out a long sigh. "I just wanted to make sure I wasn't getting myself into any trouble."
You narrowed your gaze on her. "If you don't call joining a run down club, with endless amounts of pests that put their bodies through way too much, and don't know when to stop 'trouble', then I'd say you'll survive."
Natsumi smirked. "Perfect."
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