[on hold]
"Jesus, you are such a dumbass. Like, how do you just wake up one day and choose to take a walk, on rooftops."
"Verbally abuse me after you help me get down. Please."
Practically an orphan and deserving of sleep, she makes it through highs...
"Okay-" you clapped your hands together, "now can we please go? It's almost nine and I really need my beauty sleep."
After receiving an application form from Takeda - okay not to jump to any conclusions but they were so planning this - and another scolding from the owner of the store you tried to shoplift in, you took one look at your watch and nearly flipped when it had been thirty or so minutes after you went inside to kick them out.
How they weren't tired, you'd never know.
Tsukishima, the bastard of your dreams, speaks once more. "You can sleep for years and your face would still stay the same."
You feigned hurt, the back of your hand touching your forehead, "woe is me."
Meanwhile, a pair of second-years took full offense to his statement and proceeded to assault the tall blonde with a quick jab to his stomach. Tanaka circling his shoulders with an arm, hunching him over to meet his height as Nishinoya slaps his back. "Man, Tsukishima, your glasses are shit if you can't see her beauty!"
You're more worried about the two second-years parading around, announcing your beauty like worshippers of some kind of deity.
"Your standards are so low, I'm surprised I can't see them with my height." You joked. And in a flash, the two were at your feet with tears in their eyes. You almost tripped over as you jumped back.
Nishinoya grovels in front of you, "you mustn't say that about yourself!"
"No matter what you think, or what anyone says, you will always be an angel!" Tanaka follows, kneeling and clasping his hands together and you're not sure on what to make of the two. You nod along confusingly.
"Now, now, you're making her uncomfortable." Sugawara comes to your aid, pulling the two up from the floor and ushering them to the side. He turns back to you with a grin. "We can walk home together since we're going the same way."
"Sure!" You beamed, "mind if we make a quick stop at a store?"
"Suga-san, you traitor!" Nishinoya shrieks.
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You reach to wipe sweat from your forehead for the third time that afternoon. The sun is glaring down and the gym was blazing hot as you concluded two things.
First, as you fan yourself with a notebook Kiyoko lent you, it's hot and the borrowed tracksuit didn't make it any better. It sticks onto your skin like super glue and by god, you want to rip off your arms so sweat wouldn't gather under your arms.
