bringing your phone to eye level, you snapped a picture.

"what are you doing?" yamaguchi was judging you.

you ignored his question and brought the brown sugar decorated drink to your lips "brown sugar is superior" you said between sips.

you looked yamaguchi up and down before going back to sipping your drink "not like... your milk tea"

you made sure to emphasise the word 'your'.

"you were insulting my taste last time!"

"what makes you think i'm so mean?"

"go back to the chapter called tea party, you'll see her do it" yamaguchi whispered to himself.

"what?"

"nothing" he looked around hastily, "anyway?"

"hmm?"

and then yamaguchi got up real close.

like, you two were close but he was like like PHYSICALLY in your face.

you amplified the cringe on your face.

he points at his head snarkily and whispers-

"who is it?"

"what?" you played dumb.

"you know who~" he annoyingly pokes your shoulder. repeatedly.

you shook your head "i have no idea what you are talking about"

"but the guy! the guy that you-" he was doing a bunch of hand gestures, but got confused and put his hands down again.

you very quietly sighed to yourself before resipping, nervously embedding yourself into the wall that was behind you.

you thought that was it.

but oh no no! this didn't stop him.

he placed his hand behind his head and leaned his elbow on the wall you were leaned upon.

"who is he?"

"i will spit boba on your face"

"come on y/n" he drags his shoulders and rolls his eyes.

you warn him, taking out the straw that was filled with circles of black. "no, i'm serious"

he panned between the serious look in your eyes and the straw that was about to become projectile any second now.

"put it down, sweetheart" he grabbed your straw with the tip of his two finger, making you push the straw back down in its place.

now both of you were not talking. you, because you refused to and yamaguchi, well probably you kept shutting him down.

he turns to you.

"tell me one thing about him"

his tone sounded considerate, and the question made your eyes light up and sparkle.

he smiled when he saw it.

"fine" you look up and to the left as you think, "he, he likes me"

yamaguchi chuckles, hovering the back of his hand over his mouth.

you giggle a bit too, but you were also wondering what did he know about your lover.

"obviously, y/n"

"i mean, what would you know about hi-"

"he's from our school and he plays volleyball"

you were literally praying he forgot that second part.

"what makes you think he plays volleyball?"

"but he does? doesn't he!"

"no!"

your face was heating up as he getting closer to finding out.

he slurred his words like he was in disbelief. "you are gaslighting me in broad daylight!"

"i would never!"

yamaguchi folds his arms, sick of your shit. "well that day, after you got fuCked you were wearing that ics sweater. weren't you y/n l/n?"

you mimic him and fold your arms as well "and how does that make him from the volleyball team, hUh?"

"dude" his eyes go blank.

you start rambling about everything that kageyama has told you about ics (asics), which wasn't anything at all.

you had only seen a poster of the programme that he was gonna attend soon, some national youth thing thing. the programme sponsored by that brand of sportswear.

"ics also sponsors other japanese teams though. like soccer and baseball, not just volleyball you know!" you spat out random sports.

yamaguchi rests the hand with his drink by his side, nodding his head at you "yeah, you're right"

you continue "i mean, if he did play volleyball you would have figured out already" and you decide to add a compliment as the icing on the cake. "you're too smart, tadashi"

he consistently nods his head as if your cheap answer makes sense, but to him it kind of does. "correct" he turns to give you a smile.

you give a weak smile back.

"i guess i'll have to look harder in the hallways for a soccer boy wearing ics then" he leans over to you again.

you give a fake reaction that suggests he just cracked the code, a little fright in your eyes.

but he's not done with you yet, which was reasonable.

you had never told him any details about the boy, and you weren't really hanging out with him lately. you were mostly hanging out with somebody else.

and well, he was pretty nosy.

he plops his drink on a random counter, letting go before it the bottom could touch the table. luckily it stood up straight.

he rubs his palms together "is he nice?"

"sometimes"

"he's the angry type?"

"...a little"

another question from him "extrovert or introvert?"

"introverted. very introverted"

"how old is he?"

"first year, like us"

"yeah, i can't imagine you dating a senior. i don't know how they could handle you. no offence!"

"hey!"

he continues "describe him"

"kinda tall, scary looking. uhh, he's quite shy. and awkward. he's also pretty childish, but in like a, confused child way. he has a temper. but it's cute. he's cute"

"is he-"

and he looked back at you to say the word "hot?"

you look straight ahead out you before you whip your head around.

"personality is the most important" you say all smug.

he points directly at your face.

"liar!"

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AUTHOR NOTE

hey guys so you were probably wondering where i've been! okay so basically right my school system is slightly different so like i'm 16 but i'm going to a college- ish? idk how to describe it. ya and might get a job idk, but i'll still be writing dw. lowkey (lol) really missed writing i just got a major writers block idk why, even though i had chapters ready i never published them and i hated them. BUT YEAH THAT'S BASICALLY IT.

how has life been for you?

love, leila.