"Dialogue" Thoughts/Songs/Flashbacks Important Pov change, time skip, location jump ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
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3rd person pov
"Oi, Kageyama," Hinata nudged the setter, gaining his attention. "Can you do me a favour?"
"If this involves your stupid love life, count me out," he grunted in annoyance. Ever since Hinata got a boyfriend, he had been pestering Kageyama about this amazing plan to get (m/n) jealous and seeing his reaction which was honestly, a bad idea.
"Please? Just help me make (n/n) jealous for oneeeeee day and I'll buy you lunch for a week!" the decoy pleaded, clasping his hands together.
"Fine, deal-"
"Shrimpy, I don't think that's a good idea. Have you actually seen (m/n)-san mad?" Tsukishima asked hesitantly, having faced his wrath first hand.
Being in the same class as the (h/c), he had encountered moments when the said male would blow up out of no where, mainly at shitty people in his class.
"I don't know who's taking my stuff but could you return them?" (m/n) asked, directing his words at his classmates. Someone, or some people, had been taking his stationery, textbooks, etc throughout the day and it was getting annoying.
In the class' defence, it was a lighthearted prank, just the typical 'I want to see how scary someone can be when they're mad so I'm doing stuff to annoy them'.
Since the start of the year, (m/n) had always been a sweet and helpful person. Greeting the class with an adorable smile in the morning and helping those that need help with schoolwork when he could. So naturally, they thought that he wasn't the type to get easily angered, but they clearly underestimated him.
"Asking again, whoever took my stuff, could you please return them?"
No one responded.
Personally, Tsukishima and Yamaguchi found this amusing. The calm and collected (m/n) loosing his shit. Figuratively and quite literally.
"Fucking hell, you guys are insufferable. This isn't funny, just give me my stuff back," he demanded, a dark aura surrounding his figure.
Immediately, those who took part in taking his things cautiously slid them back onto his desk.
"Thanks," he grumbled, his irritated expression still plastered on his face. He lowkey reminded Tsukishima and Yamaguchi of when Sugawara gets angry. It happens rarely but he sure is scary.
For the rest of the day, no one, including the teachers, bothered to him.
