𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 | 𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘪𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘶

𝓊𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈

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I've known you forever
Now I know you better
Let's just get carried away
And it bears repeating
How hard my heart's beating
When you tell me I should stay

It's gonna take me a minute
But I could get used to this
The feeling of your fingertips
The feeling of another kiss

I could get used to this

-Camila Cabello

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It's a matter of coincidence that her elder cousin brother requires her help with buying a gift for his fiancee the same weekend as Rakuzan and Yosen organize their practice match in Tokyo, allowing (Name) to tag along with the team even though she usually skips out on practice matches.

"Man, you should come along with us more often, (Name)-chan," Hayama sighs out, arms stretched out wide as he falls back into his seat on the bus they hired to take the team to their hotel. "We could totally brag about you to other teams! Our super cool strategist who's a pretty Ojou-sama to boot."

Blinking slowly, she repeats, "Ojou-sama?"

Mibuchi makes a face, shaking his head. "You shouldn't say such distasteful things to a lady. Especially not one of (Name)-chan's standing."

"I agree that (Name) is pretty and a talented tactician," Seijurou cuts into the bantering smoothly, not looking back at Hayama even as he addresses him, "but I think we can leave bragging about my girlfriend to me."

He says it so plainly, there's a moment of shared embarrassment for everyone else that is only shattered by Nebuya's loud, hearty laughter and (Name)'s groaning as she tries to bury her face in her palms.

Hayama lets out a string of garbled apologies, but Seijurou is only half-listening from what she can tell by the satisfied smirk on his face.

She may find his face very attractive (and now she actually allows herself to admit this), but sometimes, she really does want to hit him.