十一|training and distribution

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"damn...i keep forgetting how far karasuno is from our school,like goddamn."i sighed and put the skateboard to a stop finally.

"it's really not that far."toshi looked at me blankly,not even a single drop of sweat coming off of him.

"tsk."

"why'd you-"

"STOP IT TOSHI!I GET IT,YOU'RE FIT!YOU GOT MUSCLES!YOU GOT STAMINA!DON'T NEED TO SHOW OFF!OH!SUGAAAAA!"

i rush towards sugawara who opens his arms for me and smiles.

"shiro-chan,great to see you!"he wraps both arms around my slightly smaller frame and grins.

"daichi asked for me,you wanna come with us?"i smile at him and with a gentle nod,i wrap my arm around the 2 boys' shoulders.

sugawara's POV

"lucky boy...he gets to see my precious daughter all the time,"i think to myself and frown lightly.

ushijima's POV

i'm sure it would be nice to be him,they're so close...why do i feel angry though...

shiroai's POV

i felt the pair start to tense up bit by bit,the atmosphere dampening.

"could y'all be more mature?you're both 3rd years for heaven's sake!ridiculous!"

"but-"sugawara-san was cut off by my glare and soon ran away.

"immature."my good vibes disappeared as i sighed under my breath.

"c'mon,toshi."i said as i sped up my jog to a run towards the gym,weapons in my backpack.

"SHIRO-SAN!"shoyo ran in my direction with a huge,bright smile.

"sho-chan,stop smiling.i'm about to go blind..."i say with a grin,elbowing toshi who lifts the bag of weapons.

"anyway,ya girl's here to pass you the weapons.i've got food too!"i smile and lift the bag of weapons or food,i couldn't tell,they were in the same type of plastic bag.

"here you go,take your pick.and here,hinata,can you help me hand 'em out to the boys?"i asked the bright orange haired boy.

"yeah,sure!"he grabs the bag and starts handing out the snacks as i open the weapon bag.

"take your pick,suga-san."i take out a pipe and a sledge hammer for him to choose.

"pipe,please..."he takes the pipe gingerly from my bruised arm and tilts his head,pouting.

"who hurt my child?"he booms and i giggle at his reaction to the bruise.

"it's nothin'.i was play-fighting with the guys and i hit a desk."i smiled at him and he sighed loudly.

"daichi,what has our child become!"he shouts,falling to his knees,allowing us to burst into a boisterous laughter.

"daichi,what would you like?"i asked the third-year so-called father of the team,holding up the bag for him to choose.

"i'll take the blowtorch,i guess."hesitantly,he took it from the bag.

timeskip

hinata had taken a pipe,kageyama chose a sledge hammer.nishinoya being the flashy boy he was,he decided on a flamethrower,tanaka had chosen the same,considering their similar personalities.tsukishima being a quiet and less well built boy,decided on a weapon that only needed momentum,poison gas bombs,asahi being a rather gentle man,took a tazer,last but not least,yamaguchi who chose one of my favourites,a baseball bat.

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