THIRD PERSON POV
Mikha slouched on Colet's couch, arms crossed, her glare bouncing between her two overly excited—and utterly unhelpful—friends. She didn't understand why they insisted on "helping" her make a move on Y/n when she didn't need their help. Or so she kept telling herself. Deep down, though, she knew she could use a little push, and unfortunately for her, Maloi and Colet were all too happy to oblige.
Maloi was pacing the room like a mastermind preparing to execute the heist of the century, her every step filled with boundless energy and purpose. Meanwhile, Colet, the more laid-back of the two, sat on the floor with a notebook in hand, twirling a pen as she casually jotted down her thoughts, her eyes flicking between the paper and her girlfriend's theatrics. It was the perfect blend of over-the-top energy and complete nonchalance, and Mikha couldn't help but wonder how the two of them even worked as a couple. How did one person bring such chaos while the other just went with the flow, seemingly unaffected?
"Alright," Maloi began, spinning around dramatically with a wide grin plastered on her face like she had just come up with the most brilliant idea in history. "Here's the deal: we're going to make Y/n notice you big time."
Mikha raised an eyebrow, not convinced. "She already notices me. We talk. We're... friends."
Maloi snorted, waving off Mikha's statement like it was nothing. "Right, friends. You're still just friends, Mikha. You need to step up your game."
Colet couldn't help but snort at what her girlfriend just said, clearly enjoying the whole spectacle.
"Excuse me, I have game!" Mikha protested, arms crossed in defense.
"No, you don't," Colet deadpanned without missing a beat. "I had to push you to make a move the other day when Y/n dropped by during practice." She shot Mikha a knowing look, clearly recalling the moment when Mikha had hesitated.
Mikha glared at Colet, but it didn't have the desired effect. Colet just smirked back, unfazed.
"Anyway," Maloi continued, ignoring the banter between the two, "Lucky for you, we've got a foolproof list of strategies to make Y/n fall for you. Ready?"
"No," Mikha muttered under her breath, already feeling a headache creeping in.
Maloi, of course, ignored her. "First idea: serenade her in the middle of the cafeteria. Classic rom-com move. She'll swoon."
Mikha's jaw dropped. "Are you insane? I'm not serenading anyone in public!"
"Why not?" Maloi grinned mischievously. "You've got a nice voice. Just picture it—you standing on a table, singing some cheesy love song while everyone cheers. It's perfect." She said the last word with such dreamy enthusiasm it was almost like she could see the whole scene unfolding in her mind.
"No!" Mikha said firmly, shaking her head. "That's humiliating."
"Fine." Maloi shrugged, her mind already spinning with a new idea. "Next option: how about a flash mob? I can ask Sheena to choreograph it. You guys know her, right? Gwen's girlfriend?"
She didn't wait for a response before continuing, her excitement building. "We could get the whole volleyball team involved. What do you think, love?" she asked, throwing a wink at her girlfriend before turning her attention to Mikha.
Maloi grinned mischievously. "You, in the center of a perfectly choreographed dance, with Y/n watching from the sidelines, completely mesmerized."
Mikha looked at Maloi like she had completely lost it. "There's no way I'm doing a flash mob," she said, her tone flat but her brows furrowed in a mix of disbelief and mild annoyance.
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Unspoken
FanfictionY/n never imagined she'd fall for someone like Mikha-confident, untouchable, and always in control. But in the quiet moments they shared, something unspoken began to grow between them. Neither of them could ignore the connection, but fear kept them...
