𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖 - 𝕜𝕖𝕟𝕞𝕒 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 !!DISCONTINUED!!

• the cafe •

• y/n's pov •

     you grasp your pencil, the colorful stick wagging around in the air. currently, it was sixth period when your hand finally started cramping up. you bring your hand to your mouth, whining. " owiee.." you pout, massaging your palm. " don't be such a baby, y/n. are you just too stupid to finish up?" tsukishima teases, yamaguchi giggling beside him. you roll your eyes and continue your work.

     the bag string hanging from your shoulder weighs you down. " god hinata, what do you have in this?" you lift the flap of the bag, peeking inside. " oh, my textbooks! i have to study and you have to come with me!" your eyes widen at the sudden  forced invitation. " i don't remember agreeing to this!" you toss hinata his bag, holding onto the strap of your own. he giggles, holding onto your wrist and leading you outside.

     you sigh as the small, messy haired boy drags you across the street. shoyo had plans to study with his friend, and of course, he just had to drag you into it. your jaw drops as you push open the door - not just from the food this time.

     a brown eyed boy sits in one of the many colorful chairs. he's wearing a nekoma volleyball jacket, clicking away at his game console. his long black hair, bleached at the ends, sways over his angelic face. god he's prettier than you, the voice in your mind comments. " oh, stop daydreaming, y/n! now, come help kenma educate me!" hinata smiles, running over to the patterned table 'kenma' sat at.

     " this phrase is really important, okay shoyo?" kenma runs his index finger across the textbook. you surprisingly stayed focus for half of the time. the rest of it was glancing at kenma, admiring him. his voice is so soothing, it sends waves of relief over your body. your heart drops when his catlike eyes glance at you. you mutter a tiny 'sorry' before looking back at the textbook.

     you chomp down on a soft, pink mochi, swirling a boba tea in the other hand. it's been an hour or two of helping hinata, eating, and admiring kenma. there was only one packet left. you yawn and stretch, tilting back the chair with your shoes. " hey shoyo, you think you can finish that packet?" kenma looks up from his console, peeking over the papers. hinata nods and gets back to work.

     hinata babbles about how he might go to tokyo if he gets good grades on his exams. half lidded, you guide your bike into the driveway. " oh yeah! can't i stay over tonight? nobody is home." hinata sticks out his lower lip, looking up at you with puppy dog eyes. you groan, recalling when his mom asked you to let him come over. " yeah get in, it's cold." you unlock the front door, cautiously opening it.

     you slip your shoes off, ordering hinata to do so as well. " y/n, you're home. oh hinata, my favorite!" your mom squeezes shoyo tightly into a hug. you roll your eyes, dragging both bags upstairs into your bedroom.

     " and then kageyama was mad at me because i opened my eyes!" hinata tosses a volleyball repeatedly in the air. you groan and turn towards the wall in attempt to get some room on the bed. instead, hinata scooted over towards you. " god, hinata, you're too fat for this!" you complain, hearing snickering. slowly, you drift to sleep to the sound of a volleyball getting tossed around.