I walked towards the board to see what class I was in this year.

Class 3-6...

I read, before leaving to find a vending machine.

Getting my drink, I noticed a group of girls waiting behind me.

Assuming they also wanted something from the vending machine, I moved out of the way and was about to go to class when a girl called out.

"Miya-senpai!!"

I stopped in my tracks and could feel a headache coming.

What do they want now...

Not wanting to be rude, I turned and smiled politely.

"May I help you?" I asked the group of girls.

The girl in the centre stepped forward with hopeful eyes.

This can't be good...

"We were wondering...if you uhm...could give us Atsumu-san's and Osamu-san's number?"

I got irritated, my good mood completely gone at this point.

"Unfortunately, I cannot give out either of my brothers' phone numbers to random people they do not know. Don't ask me this again or I'll make sure you'll regret the very moment yer decided to approach me." I finished, opening the can, about to take a sip.

Intimidated, the girls scurried away after repeatedly apologising, saying that they won't ask again.

I sighed before walking towards my classroom in a gloomy mood.

It's official, my day has been ruined...

I thought, sitting down at my desk at the back while reading a book.

I was reading peacefully before I felt something warm on my cheek.

"Good morning, love" Shinsuke greeted, sitting next to me.

I put my book down and smiled back, my bad mood instantly gone.

"Morning, Shin" I replied, pecking his forehead.

"How was yer morning?" he asked, resting his face on his hands.

I sighed, remembering what happened a few minutes ago.

"I see" Shinsuke said, getting an idea of what happened.

I chuckled, turning to look at him.

"Yer know me so well, Shin" I commented.

I walked out of class with Shinsuke before hearing a sing song voice call out.

"Hello~Nana-chan, Ki-kun~" Nina greeted, Haruko walking behind her.

Shinsuke and I waved while sweat-dropping at her nicknames for us.

"Hey Nina, Haruko" I replied, smiling at them.

"Yo, Hana, Kita" Haruko waved lazily.

"You look tired" I stifled a laugh.

"Of course I am, I'm gonna be stuck with that overgrown child again for a whole year without you or Kita" Haruko groaned.

"HEY!! I'M STILL HERE YOU KNOW!!!!" Nina whined.

Haruko rolled her eyes and walked down the hall.

"H-hey!! Haru-chan, wait for me!!" Nina yelled, chasing after her.

I let out a laugh and shook my head, hearing Shinsuke chuckle as well.

"Let's go, love" he said, taking my hand.

I finished filling up the water bottles and getting clean towels ready for the boys in a seperate room from the courts when I heard loud yelling coming from outside.

I sighed, moving some hair out of my face.

I really thought that things would calm down once I was in my third year....guess I was wrong...

I thought, grabbing the bottles and towels before walking outside.

"WAKE UP SAMU!!! I SET THAT PERFECTLY FOR YA AND YER CAN'T EVEN HIT IT PROPERLY!!!" Atsumu yelled.

"SHUT UP YER PIG!!! MAYBE IF YOU DIDN'T SNORE SO DAMN LOUD I WOULD'VE GOTTEN ENOUGH SLEEP AND WOULD'VE HIT THE BALL!!!!" Osamu growled.

...so damn wrong...

"WHAT DID YER JUST SAY!!!" Atsumu snapped, grabbing onto his brother's shirt.

The other members watched them, sweat-dropping at their behaviour.

I passed out bottles and towels to each member, ignoring the noise happening behind me.

I was cleaning and organising things for the next practice with Shinsuke as most of the members have already gone home.

"Thank you for working so hard today" Shinsuke thanked as he put the clean volleyballs away.

"There's no need to thank me, it's my job, Captain" I smiled at him, finishing up my part of the cleaning.

Shinsuke blushed and looked away, trying to hide the fact that his cheeks were red.

"Aw, you're so cute Shinsuke!" I cooed, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head against his chest.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my head as we stood like this for a moment.

"I need to go now, Obaa-san is expecting me home early, I'll see you tomorrow, love" he softly spoke, kissing my forehead.

"Alright, see you tomorrow, Shin-kun" I replied with a light blush.

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.

.

Osamu was sitting on the sides, frowning as Ginjima, Suna and Aran were trying to console him.

"You useless piece of trash" Atsumu retorted.

"Any piece of trash that can't score with those sets should let someone else play already." he finishes, walking away.

"Atsumu! You don't need to say it like that! Osamu already feels bad enough!" Ginjima reasons.

But before anyone could say anything, Osamu suddenly gets up and kicks his brother to the floor.

"Why you...ABUSIVE, TYRANNICAL PIG!!!!!!!!!!!" Osamu rages, popping a vein.

"YOU MAY BE ON YOUR GAME, BUT THERE ARE DAYS THAT WE AREN'T!!!!!!!!" he shouts while shaking his brother by the collar of his track suit.

"IF I'M OFF MY GAME, THAT'S JUST WHAT IT MEANS, YOU STUPID ASS!!!!!" Osamu continues.

"H-hey you two, stop!!! You're going to get hurt" Ginjima shouted.

*snap* *snap* *snap*

"DOES WITTLE ATSUMU-KUN NEVER MAKE A MISTAKE!?!?" Osamu seethed, shaking Atsumu by the collar more.

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH CALLING A PIECE OF TRASH A PIECE OF TRASH?!?!?!?!!" Atsumu counters.

"LOOK IN THE MIRROR SOMETIME, DUMBASS!!!!!!!"

As students gather around the entrance, betting on the victor of the fight, they failed to recognise a figure radiating dark energy, coming closer to the boys.

"Hey guys..knock it off" I called out, putting the volleyballs away.

I got ignored an they continued to beat each other up.

"Oi!!!" I called louder and got ignored once again

I was still ignored huh...

I popped a vein and grabbed a volleyball, walking towards them as Aran, Ginjima and Suna moved away.

I did a powerful overhand serve towards the twins, knocking them both out.

"Nice kill" Aran commented.

They had stunned looks on their face as they turned towards me with surprise and fear in their eyes.

"Yer fucking shits...causing a ruckus for no good reason..." I began.

'Oh shit....' the twins thought.

I flop onto my bed and sighed into my pillows, exhausted from today.

Those boys are going to be the death of me...I hope they made up though...

I thought, eventually falling asleep.

The twins rest on their beds, bandaids, bruises and scratches covering their faces

"..."

"..."

"Wanna play Winning Eleven? "

"Yeah"