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1 แƒฆ ๐“ท๐“ธ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ (2020)
๐“œ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ฝ ๐“˜๐”ƒ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ช๐“ฐ๐“ฒ ๐“๐“ฌ๐“ช๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ถ๐”‚'๐“ผ ๐“ข๐“ฝ๐“พ๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ ๐“’๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ท๐“ฌ๐“ฒ๐“ต
๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ก๐“ธ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ผ
๐“น๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ต๐“ธ๐“ฐ๐“พ๐“ฎ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฎ โง ๐“ซ๐“ฎ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ฎ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ญ๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ช๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ธ โง ๐“ฌ๐“ธ๐“ถ๐“น๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ถ๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ฎ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ฎ โง ๐“ช ๐“ฐ๐“ธ๐“ธ๐“ญ ๐“ฝ๐“พ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ป
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ป โง ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ฏ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ผ๐“ฝ ๐“น๐“ฒ๐“ฎ๐“ฌ๐“ฎ ๐“ธ๐“ฏ ๐“ช๐“ญ๐“ฟ๐“ฒ๐“ฌ๐“ฎ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ผ๐“ฒ๐” โง ๐“น๐“ต๐“ช๐“ท ๐“‘
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ท โง ๐“ท๐“ฎ๐”€ ๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ต
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฎ๐“ฒ๐“ฐ๐“ฑ๐“ฝ โง ๐“‘๐“ธ๐“ด๐“พ๐“ฝ๐“ธ'๐“ผ ๐“ฐ๐“ช๐“ถ๐“ฎ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ท๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฎ โง ๐“š๐“พ๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ธ'๐“ผ ๐“ญ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ผ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ท โง ๐“ค๐“ผ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ณ๐“ฒ๐“ถ๐“ช'๐“ผ ๐“ผ๐“ฒ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฌ๐“ฎ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฎ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ท โง ๐““๐“ช๐“ฒ๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ'๐“ผ ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ต๐“น
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ต๐“ฟ๐“ฎ โง ๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ธ ๐“ถ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ฎ ๐“ฏ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ญ๐“ผ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท โง ๐“ฏ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ช๐“ต ๐”€๐“ช๐“ป๐“ท๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท โง ๐“ฝ๐“ช๐“ต๐“ด๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“œ๐“ฒ๐“ด๐“ช
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฏ๐“ฒ๐“ฏ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท โง ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ซ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ด๐“พ๐“น
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ผ๐“ฒ๐”๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท โง ๐“น๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ธ๐“ฌ๐“ฌ๐“พ๐“น๐“ฒ๐“ฎ๐“ญ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท โง ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ผ ๐“ฒ๐“ผ ๐“ณ๐“พ๐“ผ๐“ฝ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ซ๐“ฎ๐“ฐ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ท๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฎ๐“ฒ๐“ฐ๐“ฑ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท โง ๐”€๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ฑ ๐“ฐ๐“ป๐“ช๐“ท๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ญ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ท๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฎ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท โง ๐“ข๐“ฎ๐“ถ๐“ฒ'๐“ผ ๐“ต๐“ช๐“ผ๐“ฝ ๐”€๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ญ๐“ผ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐”‚ โง ๐“พ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ต ๐“ฒ๐“ฝ ๐“ซ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ด๐“ผ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฎ โง ๐“ซ๐“พ๐“ฝ ๐“ท๐“ธ๐“ฝ ๐“ฒ๐“ถ๐“น๐“ธ๐“ผ๐“ผ๐“ฒ๐“ซ๐“ต๐“ฎ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ธ โง ๐“ท๐“ฎ๐”€ ๐“ต๐“ฒ๐“ฏ๐“ฎ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ฎ โง ๐“ท๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ถ๐“ช๐“ต ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“ป ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฌ๐“ฎ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ป โง ๐”€๐“ธ๐“ท'๐“ฝ ๐“ซ๐“ฎ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ต๐”‚ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ฏ๐“ฒ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ โง ๐“ฐ๐“ช๐“ถ๐“ฎ ๐“ธ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ป
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ผ๐“ฒ๐” โง ๐“ต๐“ช๐“ผ๐“ฝ ๐“ถ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“พ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ท โง ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ฝ ๐“น๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ถ๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ฎ ๐”€๐“ช๐“ผ ๐“ด๐“ฎ๐“น๐“ฝ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ฎ๐“ฒ๐“ฐ๐“ฑ๐“ฝ โง ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ต๐”‚ ๐”€๐“ช๐”‚
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ท๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฎ โง ๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ถ๐“ธ๐“ป๐”‚ ๐“ต๐“ช๐“ท๐“ฎ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐”‚ โง ๐“ญ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ด ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“ถ๐”‚๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ผ
๐“œ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ฝ ๐“˜๐”ƒ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ช๐“ถ๐“ฒ'๐“ผ ๐“๐“ฌ๐“ช๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ถ๐”‚ ๐“ข๐“ฝ๐“พ๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ ๐“’๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ท๐“ฌ๐“ฒ๐“ต
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฎ โง ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ผ๐“พ๐“ถ๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ซ๐“ฎ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ฎ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ผ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ธ โง ๐“ฒ๐”ƒ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ช๐“ฐ๐“ฒ, ๐“ฒ๐”ƒ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ช๐“ถ๐“ฒ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ฎ โง ๐”€๐“ฑ๐“ธ ๐“ฌ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ผ ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“ป ๐“ช ๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ญ ๐“ถ๐“ช๐“ท
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ป โง ๐“ท๐“ธ ๐“น๐“ธ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฝ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ฏ๐“ฒ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ โง ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ฌ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ญ ๐”‚๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ผ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ผ๐“ฒ๐” โง ๐““๐“ช๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐“พ'๐“ผ ๐“พ๐“ท๐“ฎ๐”๐“น๐“ฎ๐“ฌ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ญ ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ต๐“น
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ท โง ๐“ท๐“ธ ๐“ถ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ฎ ๐“ฏ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ญ๐“ผ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ฎ๐“ฒ๐“ฐ๐“ฑ๐“ฝ โง ๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“พ๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ ๐“ฌ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ท๐“ฌ๐“ฒ๐“ต
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ท๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฎ โง ๐“ผ๐“พ๐“ท๐“ฏ๐“ต๐“ธ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ป
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐”‚ โง ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ฏ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ช๐“ต๐“ฎ
๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐““๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ผ
โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ” โ—ฆ โ™ก โ—ฆ โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”
๐“”๐“ท๐“ญ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ž๐“ท๐“ฎ โ๐“‘.๐“š โž โง ๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ž๐”€๐“ต'๐“ผ ๐“”๐”‚๐“ฎ๐“ผ
๐“”๐“ท๐“ญ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ž๐“ท๐“ฎ โ๐“ค.๐“ฆ โž โง ๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“”๐“ช๐“ฐ๐“ต๐“ฎ'๐“ผ ๐“ฃ๐“ช๐“ต๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ผ
๐“”๐“ท๐“ญ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ž๐“ท๐“ฎ โ๐“š.๐“ฃโž โง ๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“’๐“ช๐“ฝ'๐“ผ ๐“’๐“ต๐“ช๐”€๐“ผ
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๐“”๐“ท๐“ญ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“•๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ป โง ๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฎ ๐“ฆ๐“ช๐“ผ ๐“›๐“ฒ๐“ฏ๐“ฎ
๐“”๐“ท๐“ญ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“•๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ป โง ๐“๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ท ๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฎ ๐“ฆ๐“ช๐“ผ ๐““๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“ฑ
๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ด ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ

๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฏ๐“ฒ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ โง ๐”€๐“ช๐“ป๐“ท๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ

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By parasoleil

you're mine, got it?

[THIRD POV] 

(L/N) (F/N)'s SCHEDULE (CLASS 3-B)
FIRST PERIOD - LITERATURE
SECOND PERIOD - MATHEMATICS
THIRD PERIOD - GYM
FOURTH PERIOD - SOCIAL SERVICES
FIFTH PERIOD - PHYSICS
SIXTH PERIOD - LUNCH
SEVENTH PERIOD - HISTORY

STUDENT COUNCILING + SUPPLEMENTARY CLASSES (TEMPORARY ADDITION TO SCHEDULE, 5 DAYS LEFT)

(Y/N) spent the rest of the night explaining to her best-friend, Konoha, about the situation she was in. He listened intently as he left the athletic wing of the building, heading his way to the school store that was open 24/7.

Afterwards, Konoha went up to (Y/N)'s dorm and basically had a sleepover with her. She continued to explain to Konoha about what happened.

She explained the weird phone number and what the student council wanted, and Konoha couldn't help but see a connection there.

Nonetheless, he didn't want (Y/N) to worry, and he especially didn't want to infer anything (Y/N) shouldn't hear at that moment.

It was morning time, and the second day of tutoring. The day went smoothly, and in lunch time, (Y/N) needed to help Hinata and Kageyama with some algebra. Granted, they sat with (Y/N) and Konoha. 

As (Y/N) was helping the two, Konoha excused himself, saying he needed to go buy a new notebook.

Konoha ventured through the long halls, heading up to the fourth floor with ease. His long legs brought him to the student council room; knocking, the door was slowly opened by Ushijima.

"Hello," he greeted, "Sorry, it's lunch time, you'll have to come by later if you need assistance with anything."

"It's urgent," Konoha said with a frown, "After all, it's all because of you guys."

Ushijima raised his brow, letting Konoha in as he made such an accusation.

He also knew that Konoha was (Y/N)'s best-friend, someone who was very important to her.

Konoha entered the room, the four student council boys all looking at Konoha as if he is crazy.

"Oh hey Konoha!" Bokuto greeted, waving his hand all around, "What'cha here for?"

"(Y/N)," he simply stated; and all of the boys stiffened, their gazes darkening at Konoha, "Quit messing with her."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Daichi said, "We aren't messing with (Y/N)."

"Sure you aren't," Konoha scoffed, "You got her to fail an exam she was studied hard for, then using that failed grade, you got her to join your little student council group for some reason."

"What's next, you plan to kidnap her and take her away?"

There was a bit of bliss silence, the emotions Konoha read in the room were questionable, but they were genuine. 

It was as if Konoha had foiled their plan.

Bokuto swiftly got up, attempting to make his way to Konoha, but Kuroo puts his arm out in front of him.

"Don't do anything," Kuroo gritted his teeth, he was as irritated as Bokuto, "He's (Y/N)'s best-friend."

"If we start anything early right now, we will not be happy with what is the outcome."

Bokuto grunted, sitting back down. Konoha had a rather disgruntled look on his face.

"What... more do you know of this so-called situation?" Daichi asks Konoha, crossing his leg one over the other as they stared at each other.

"The weird texting; I bet you it's Kuroo who has been texting her," Kuroo's eyes widened when he said that, "He's the only one besides Ushijima who has her number."

"Now hold on, now you're accusing me of texting (Y/N)?" Kuroo let out a curt laugh, "Konoha, if I wanted to talk to (Y/N), I would do so face-to-face."

"As well as other things too." he had a smirk, which made Konoha nearly gag.

"I'm not letting you fuck (Y/N)," Konoha spat, "She's a precious soul who doesn't need to be taken advantage of."

"Relax, I was joking," Kuroo sighed, "Jeez, I don't know why you're so uptight."

"You're messing with my best-friend!" Konoha yelled, "Of course I'd be uptight!"

"We're not messing with her," Daichi said, "Where did you get that conclusion?"

"Because when she told me last night that Kuroo gave her the wrong test answers on purpose, proceeding to pull her into your stupid government club, and then telling her that you just want her to stay with you guys, I couldn't help but think that you guys just want to mess with her," Konoha crossed his arms over his chest, "You either want her for sex, or you want her for some other reason that isn't good."

The boys only stared at him with a mix of amusement and anger. Ushijima was silent, as ever, but everyone could feel how irritated he was. 

It was as if Konoha had single-handedly figured out their plan.

"You must be stressed," Ushijima said, sitting down at the table, "Is it lacrosse that is troubling you?"

Konoha was on the school's lacrosse team, one of the main players on the lineup.

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about," Konoha said, clearly lying, "Don't change the subject."

Ushijima smirked grimly. "I have heard that you're messing around with the captain's girlfriend."

Konoha felt his skin turn cold.

"It would be a shame if he found out that one of his best teammates was actually fucking his girl."

Konoha gritted his teeth in annoyance, not knowing how the hell Ushijima knew that. "Shut up."

"Ohohoh," Kuroo leaned back against his chair, "Let's make a deal, Konoha."

"We won't say a word of what is happening between you and Mika..." Kuroo says.

"If you stay out of what's between us and (Y/N)."

Konoha bit his lip, taking a step back. 

Should he accept this decision?

If he did, he'd save his ass.

If he didn't, he would save (Y/N).

What would Konoha do?

「❮ 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮...❯」

Konoha returned to the cafeteria much later than (Y/N) expected; by the time he came back, Hinata and Kageyama were nearly done with their work already. 

"Oh, Aki," (Y/N) smiled as he sat opposite to her, "Was there a long line or something?"

He shook his head, hanging his head in silence. 

"Aki?" (Y/N) placed her hand on his head, seeing something weird on his face, "Aki, what's wrong-"

When (Y/N) lifted his face up, Konoha's face was all bloodied up.

He had a band-aid over his cheek, his lip busted and bruised, and his neck looking like he was strangled.

"W-What the hell?!" (Y/N) cupped his face, "Akinori, who the hell did this-?!"

"Leave it, (Y/N)," Konoha swatted her hand away, "It's nothing, I just fell."

"Just fell?" (Y/N) scoffed, "That's more than just falling; you can't get these hand prints on your neck from falling."

"I said I fell," Konoha rose his voice up a bit, causing (Y/N) to stagger back, "It's fine. I just need to rest."

(Y/N) bit her lip in worry, Konoha never lied to her, and this seemed like this was the first time he did. 

"Come here," (Y/N) took Konoha's hand, forcing him out of the cafeteria; she brings him into the social service room, which wasn't too far from where they were at currently, "Let me just... help you."

The social services class is a simple class some students tend to take; Ushijima and (Y/N) are taking it for example. Basically, they help their fellow classmates with things that aren't related to school, such as tutoring or nursing. Social services really just teaches basic life necessities such as how to react to dangerous situations, such as how (Y/N) found Konoha all beaten up for a random reason. 

(Y/N) sets Konoha down against the cot; she opens up a first aid kit, and tells Konoha to take his jacket off. 

He did so, as declining her help is impossible. In reality, Konoha was thankful that (Y/N) disregarded everything he had told her.

He was forced to keep his lips shut about this, and yet (Y/N) didn't sit still about it. 

Tending to his wounds on his face, she had some alcohol, cottonballs, and bandages all ready to go. (Y/N) sat onto a stool near Konoha, slowly tending to his opened wounds.

"Aki..." she says under her breath, "What the hell did you do...? Don't tell me you got into another fight..."

"May have," he subtly replied, wincing at the stings, "Don't worry, I was fighting for what is right."

"You always do that," she mumbled, continuing to tend to Konoha's face, "You never give up in a fight... and yet here you are... all bruised up."

It wasn't like he lost it.

It was the fact that he was outnumbered that made it impossible for him to win.

"Listen Aki," (Y/N) says, setting the things down abruptly, turning to him, "We're in our last year of high-school, you need to make it through without a red mark on your report..."

A red mark was equivalent to misconduct, something Konoha got a lot for the past few years. He has to make it up or get it cleared with doing school community service. 

"Plus... your team," he felt himself stiffen at just that word, "You need to... make sure you can stay in it throughout the season so you can spend your last year with your teammates, okay?"

(Y/N) softly smiled at Konoha, which made his heart warm up; Konoha, being (Y/N)'s best-friend, always was attracted to her beautifulness and her ability to make people feel better. He has always had a small crush on her, despite fucking around with girls in the school. 

"Alright," he said, complying which made (Y/N) relieved, "Don't want you or coach on my ass for this-"

Suddenly, he felt a pang in his stomach. He clutched it, his arms wrapping around his body. (Y/N) panicked, but she quickly rationalized herself and laid Konoha against the cot. 

She lifted his shirt up, removing his arms first before examining his torso. 

Under the dress shirt, she saw various bruises and purplish marks coloring his skin.

Her eyes widened, tears brimming. She quickly went to the freezer to get something cold, to apply it to Konoha's body.

"What the hell Akinori!" she exclaimed, icing his stomach, "Why didn't you tell me you were hurt here?!"

He didn't respond, he only hissed when his skin made in contact with the freezing cold ice.

Konoha's eyes were shut, his face contorted in pain as (Y/N) tried to ease his body. He was severely bruised, he might need to go to the hospital.

"Shit shit shit." the bell rung, (Y/N) looked up at the clock.

"(Y/N)..." Konoha said, barely above a whisper, "Please... please don't..."

"Shush," she hushed him, "Rest Aki, I will get you some help when I can."

And at the same time, one of the school's nurses entered, immediately dropping her things and running straight to where (Y/N) and Konoha were.

"What happened?!" she frantically asked.

"Akinori got hurt or something, but I think he needs urgent treatment," (Y/N) explained briefly, "He has bruises all over his body."

"I see," the nurse puts some gloves on, "You're in my social services period, right?"

(Y/N) nods; the nurse scans over his injuries.

"Okay, I need you to keep applying ice against the bruises; I will call the ambulance to pick him up," the nurse says, "I don't think ice will just help him, he needs to be seen by a doctor."

(Y/N) agreed, and she listened to her orders; the nurse goes on ahead to call Konoha's parents and an ambulance to pick him up.

In the room, (Y/N) warily looks at Konoha, examining his painful expression. She could only let a few tears slide off of her face. She couldn't imagine what he was feeling, and how he could hide such physical pain for the time she brought him in there.

"Aki..." she whispered, "What did you do..."

「❮ 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮...❯」

Konoha had literature with Kuroo and Daichi, but he for some reason did not show up.

In the middle of class, a student walks in abruptly, interrupting the study time inside of the classroom.

"G-Good afternoon Mr. Takeda," a short, blonde hair girl says rather calmly, "I was sent by the nurse to tell you that Konoha Akinori won't be attending class today."

Kuroo and Daichi lifted their heads as their ears perked up.

"Why is that?" Mr. Takeda asks the petite blonde.

"He's at the hospital."

Mr. Takeda nods, receiving a credible note from the nurse; the petite blonde shares a bit more information, with Mr. Takeda giving her some papers for Konoha.

"When he gets better, please let him know that this is what he needs," Mr. Takeda says, "But of course, he should rest first. School later."

The petite blonde nods, and she makes her way to the door until Daichi and Kuroo stop her.

"Yachi," Daichi says, "Hey, why're you here?"

"O-Oh, hey Daichi," Yachi knew Daichi because of Kiyoko, "I had to tell Mr. Takeda something."

"What was it?"

"Konoha is in the hospital," Yachi informed them, "He'll be missing classes for a while, so I am collecting works and telling his teachers about the situation he's in."

"I see," Daichi held back a smile, "So where are you going now?"

"I have to do the same for (L/N), picking up her work and informing her teachers."

Kuroo and Daichi froze.

"(L/N)? You mean (L/N) (F/N)?"

Yachi nods. "(Y/N) was aiding to Konoha during seventh period, and she decided to go with him to the hospital; I think they're best-friends, but (Y/N) really cares about him, so she went to make sure he'll be okay."

"Do you know when she'll be back?"

Yachi shrugged, sheepishly smiling. "She didn't say how long she'll be staying; but she asked if I could collect her works too."

The information alone made the two third years' auras intensify.

"I... see," Kuroo cleared his throat, "Thanks Yachi."

She nods, and she leaves the classroom. 

Kuroo and Daichi sit back in their seat, both glaring at each other. 

"She's gone then," Kuroo simply said, "Our plan backfired."

"Not completely," Daichi replied, "Konoha is in the hospital, that is all that matters."

"(Y/N) is there too."

"No." Daichi devilishly smiled, turning on his phone, "She'll come back, don't worry."

"We'll make sure of it."

「❮𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮𝓭...❯」

I hope you guys enjoy; physics is killing me right now...

I just started to play among us, and I think it's a neat game tbh... but I never get imposter, and I still don't know how to do like half of my tasks LMAO

So for the story, I want you guys to know that there are two wings in the school: an academic and the athletic. People like Hinata and Kageyama are in the athletic wing, while people like (Y/N) and Yachi are in the academic one. The five student council members are in both, which is rare but not impossible to be in. Konoha is also in the same boat.

Homerooms, which are basically the people (Y/N) lives with in the dorms building are mixed, so basically academic and athletic or both are in a homeroom together. It's only the academic classes that are separated when you are a third year.  (Y/N) doesn't share the same academic classes with any of the Haikyuu captains this year because she is only in the academic wing; last two years, it was mixed. 

In other words... 

FIRST and SECOND year : mixed classes

THIRD YEAR : not mixed (academically), separated by whatever wing you're in. This is because this is the year they're trying to figure out what they're going to do when they graduate. (Y/N) chooses to study more in a college, that is why she is in academics. Konoha is choosing to continue lacrosse and study in a college, which is why he is mixed along with the other five council members. 

I hope I made this clear enough, it kind of is important, as it's sorta important for the plot.

Question, which Haikyuu captain is your favorite?

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