#and then hopefully I’ll be prepared enough to ace the interview

[kookiebunnii]

d4u || easy employment

march 2019. jungkook had his first ever job interview today. i told him i believed in him but, to be honest, i wasn’t sure if we were going to finish a carton of ice cream on the couch afterwards because he landed the job or because he got rejected on the spot. hopefully it’s the former.

pairing: bestfriend!jungkook x reader

genre: slice of life, humor

word count: 2.6k

warnings: some inappropriate humor

“Y/N? Can you help me?”

You straighten up from where you’re leaning on the kitchen counter, popping cherry tomatoes into your mouth for a mid-afternoon snack. It was Wednesday, meaning you were able to clamber home as soon as your early morning classes ended. Biting into another tomato and savoring the tart sweetness coating your tongue, you ask, “What’s up?”

Jungkook walks up to you and snatches the next tomato right out of your fingers before tossing it into his own mouth with gusto. He smiles at the way your face immediately drops in disappointment before answering smartly, “I don’t know how to tie a tie.”

Raising your eyebrows, you give his form a quick up-and-down before immediately noticing that the boy was dressed quite differently than usual. He typically left the house in whatever oversized tee or old hoodie he could find, but this time he was wearing a nice button-up with khakis. Pushing aside thoughts of how to get back at Guk for taking your last cherry tomato, you decide instead to inquire about what the occasion might be.

“What’s with the outfit?”

He spins around once for you, just to show off, before he replies, “I’ve got a job interview.”

You laugh while washing the bowl you’d previously used to house your snack for the day. Before drying your hands on a kitchen towel, you can’t help but check him out once again. He looked different for sure, but it wasn’t like you’d never seen the kid dressed up. You practically took wedding pictures with him last month.

So why was your pulse thrumming like a teen girl in a young adult novel?

Refraining from the urge to slap yourself, which was a very difficult task, you continue, “Where at? Must be a weird place if they’re willing to consider you.”

He frowns to show his dismay at your words before he strides closer to you shyly like a child wanting approval, “It’s at a magazine publisher’s. They’re looking for a photographer, someone to provide a few shots for their articles.”

Your jaw drops and you grip the sides of his arms before squeaking in excitement, “That sounds great! That’s perfect for you.”

Jungkook seems a lot happier now that you’re as thrilled about the job prospect as he is. He brushes some stray hairs away from your face to tuck behind your ear before saying, “It sure is. My friend is one of their writers, he recommended me.”

You take hold of the bright red tie that’s casually slung around his shoulders. It’s slightly wrinkled near the middle, a likely result of Jungkook failing multiple times to correctly tie a knot. The idea of him struggling with something so small makes you giggle, and you instantly wrap the fabric around your hands.

“Good thing I know how this works. We should probably go with a black or blue tie though, it’ll go with your shirt better,” you suggest, poking him in the chest as an indication for him to lead you to his closet.

He immediately understands your prodding, turning around to make a beeline towards his bedroom door. His obedience makes you smile, so you tug the hem of his shirt in your fingers as he leads the way. It’s usually easier for you to make this gesture, given the looseness of his regular clothing. However, with the pressed shirt tucked into the waistband of his pants, there is very little give in the fabric. You’re momentarily mesmerized by the change, watching the way your hand hangs onto the back of a man, instead of a boy.

“You’re not looking at my ass, right?”

Rolling your eyes, even though you knew he couldn’t see you, you grip his shirt tighter in order to pinch the skin underneath. He yelps, trying to grab you in retaliation, but you’re fast enough to quickly dodge inside his room and start sorting through the ties hanging from the inside of the closet door.

Laughing loudly, you pull a deep blue tie dotted with smiling whales off the hook and wave it in front of your best friend. Jungkook runs a hand through his hair before replying, “That was Jin’s birthday gift last year.”

“He has good taste,” you muse, giving the comedic tie another glance before returning it to its place. The fact that Jungkook had the tie sitting alongside his others, ones that are definitely more practical, says a lot about him. Even if he would likely never wear the thing, he respected his senior enough to keep the present. Under the typical silly and absentminded behavior of your roommate, he has a good heart.

“Should we go with the black one?” he suggests, walking forward to tug another tie off the hook above where your hand was resting.

Leaning your head against the closet door in thought, you examine the fabric in his hands before giving him a curt nod, “It’ll do.”

Seconds later, Jungkook is sitting on a corner of the bed with his legs slightly apart so that you’re able to stand between them with relative ease. You try your absolute hardest to focus on the task at hand, and not at the way he’s looking at you. It’s silly, the way your head fills with irrelevant thoughts when you knew that you were fantasizing about a boy that likely only ever saw you as the chill friend who was easy to tease. As you slide the tie under his collar while holding your fingers as steady as possible, you narrowly miss the way his Adam’s apple quickly dips in nervousness. Even if it was an irrational thought, you wanted to believe that your touch was doing somethingto him.

“You should be grateful that back in the day, my prom date didn’t know how to tie a tie either,” you chortle, your movements a little uncertain since it wasn’t everyday you were tying ties for men, but overall your memory served you well.

He grinned, “I remember him. He was trying to kiss you the whole night.”

“Don’t remind me.”

Jungkook laughs at the clear discomfort on your face, before gently patting the side of your hip as if to apologize. His touch is brief, not staying longer than necessary, but enough for the pressure to linger against your waist. Thinking about this causes you to mess up the next step, so you curse and start all over again.

“You’ve never had an interview before. Are you prepared?” you ask, curious but mostly just trying to hide the fact that you were back to square one due to being easily distracted.

His lips press together in thought, as he unconsciously leans back and uses his hands to prop himself up. You’re forced to follow the motion, so you also lean yourself slightly forward in order to prevent yourself from accidentally choking the boy. Not that that wouldn’t be entertaining.

“I read whatever popped up on the first page of the Google after I searched ‘how to ace your interview’,” he straightens up again after noticing the uncomfortable position he’s put you in, “It’s probably good enough.”

You shake your head, clicking your tongue in disapproval. Quickly finishing and straightening the knot, you stand back to admire your handiwork before saying, “That’s not the same as actually practicing. If you’re ready, let’s do a practice run before you head out.”

He looks up at you like a startled rabbit before he tries his best to regain his composure, “That’s probably not necessary…”

“Of course it is! Pretend I’m your interviewer,” you take a seat in his bright orange gaming chair, giving it a spin just for your own entertainment.

Jungkook appears slightly out of his element, but you recognize the exact moment he makes up his mind to humor you for the time being. Immediately, the air about him changes as he straightens up. Even though he is sitting, it feels like he towers over you. You wonder momentarily if out of all the things Jungkook is good at, acing interviews will just be another on that list.  

“Welcome, Mr. Jeon. How are you doing?” you settle into your role easily, crossing your legs as you briefly compliment yourself on your own persona. Perhaps if your career in international business doesn’t pan out after graduation, you could try auditioning for a few television shows.

Giving you an easy smile, the one he usually uses on adults he wants to make a good impression on, he replies, “Very well, thank you. And you?”

Surprisingly, he answers all of your following questions with confidence and poise. Even if he briefly pauses for a few seconds to consider his answers at times, you knew that that would simply give him extra points. Interviewers usually liked signs that the candidate was considering his or her answer carefully, and not just rattling off whatever popped into their heads. You really shouldn’t have doubted Jungkook’s abilities, even if it was his first time trying something. Perhaps you’ll continue your quest of “find something Jungkook is bad at” some other time.

“For our last question, we’d like to know what you consider your greatest weakness,” you chirp, knowing that this exact question used to trip you up all the time. It was easy to make up something you were good at and try to brag about it without coming off as arrogant. However, what could you say that would simultaneously be accepted as a weakness yet not make you look totally inept? You hated this question.

“I’m too handsome,” Jungkook announced proudly, crossing his arms in front of his chest. His nose wrinkles as he smiles, and you know immediately he wants you to laugh at his comment.

You decide not to be the obedient counterpart to his comedy routine, so you say, “I’m afraid I’ll have to disagree with that one Mr. Jeon. Thank you for coming but unfortunately we will not be-” 

“You couldn’t even pretend to humor me?” he gets up to try and pull you out of your chair, which is an easy feat for him. 

“Good girls don’t tell lies.”

“And you’re supposed to be a good girl?” he replies, raising an eyebrow as a dangerous smirk tugs against his lips.

Whatever was happening, it was definitely doing something to you. His comment was definitely harmless, but given how much you were struggling with your thoughts recently, it easy threatened the wall you were trying to keep up. You bite your lip, trying to casually brush it off and think of a snide comment to counter with, but your mind refused to operate. 

“There’s still some time left,” he says after the silence drags for a beat longer than it should. You press your fingers against your cheeks to make sure you’re not beet red, as he paces over to a full-length mirror attached to the wall and starts fixing his hair. You don’t see any issues with it, but if fiddling with his locks made him feel better, than so be it. Standing behind him, you notice the way your reflection is beaming with pride. Even if you were too bashful to admit it, seeing him all dressed up with your help made you feel accomplished. You had a hand in helping him out, thus his successes could also be counted as you own.

“Don’t we look good together?” Jungkook chirps, bring you forward with an arm around your shoulders. You’re shorter than him, so the gesture looks a bit weird in the mirror, especially given the dichotomy of your outfits. Next to Jungkook’s office worker look, you look more like the casual homebody in your ratty t-shirt and shorts.

“I think it’s mainly me,” you strike a pose and give yourself a once-over.

He laughs, and you immediately smile at the familiar sound. Busying himself with packing various items in his backpack, you watch from the sidelines as your best friend prepares. You hand him his freshly printed resume when you notice it laying on his dresser. He gives you his mumbled thanks while scanning to room the ensure that he hadn’t forgotten anything else.

“One last thing.”

You unbutton the cuffs of his shirtsleeves, rolling them up so they end just under his elbows. Smoothing out any remaining wrinkles from your ministrations, you look up at him with a satisfied expression. He observes your newest addition before deadpanning, “What’s this for?”

“It looks better this way. Haven’t you seen those memes about how men get ten times more attractive with their sleeves rolled up?” you muse, reaching up in an attempt to squeeze his cheeks but your victim expert dodges away at the last minute.

“How could I be more attractive though?” he teases, striking the same pose you had earlier in front of the mirror.

“Alright that’s your cue to leave.”

He chuckles, slinging his backpack on his shoulder and heading out of his room. You follow him dutifully, hoping to at least see him out the door. You can feel the tiny buzz of anticipation along your arms, knowing that Jungkook had to face the upcoming challenge on his own. You knew he could do it, but you worry nevertheless.

“Hey um, don’t make fun of me…but could I get a hug?”

The awkward way Jungkook stands at the door, arms slightly raised at his sides in preparation for the hug he was requesting, almost made you melt on the spot. He was comfortable with physical touch for sure, but he had never really asked you for a hug like this before. It was like he had this big boy image he wanted to portray daily, but you suppose that he must be even more nervous than you are if he’s willing to shed that in front of you—even at the expense of you teasing him about it for the next month.

You don’t answer, holding back the usual quip you’d throw at him. On a normal day, perhaps you’d coo and slyly ask him if he’s turning into a soft baby boy, but you knew that this was a serious request. Bounding up to him, you wrap your arms around his waist and give him the embrace he requested. Doing your best to convey all the joy and hope into the hug, you relish the way he holds you just as tight with his face buried in your neck. His breath tickles your hair, and you hope that somehow despite how close the two of you were, he couldn’t feel the way your heart betrayed you. Because if the proximity meant he could feel it pounding a mile a minute, then maybe he’d realize just how much more he was starting to mean to you.

“I’ll be back by dinner,” he says, patting the top of your head as he does so, before he opens the door in preparation to head to his interview.

When he turns back one last time, as if he needs one last look at you for encouragement, you give him your brightest smile and a thumbs up.

You knew in that moment that you would always be behind him—every step of the way.

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[magiciaa]

Welcome to Magicia chapter 10: Ms. White has a secret?

((I could not figure out what to do with this chapter for the longest time))

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m going to be late” Fern ran full speed towards the school building while struggling to eat a slice of toast that she’d stolen from Sora’s kitchen before she left. She had overslept from spending the night at Sora’s lab after what happened yesterday. “Hopefully nobody noticed that I was gone, I can’t get detention again”

Fern skidded to a stop in front of the school, and went inside, her hooves making subtle clicking noises on the tile. Ever since the middle school building was shut down a couple years ago, apparently due to the building practically falling apart and being unsafe for students, both the middle school and high school classes were held in the same building.

“And… safe” Fern slid into the classroom just as the bell went off

“Where were you yesterday? Not ditching class I hope” the teacher scolded

“Um… I was… sick… yeah, I was sick” Fern lied

“You weren’t hanging out at the old middle school building with a bunch of high school students, were you?” the teacher asked “that place is extremely dangerous, and someone like you shouldn’t be there”

“No shit it’s dangerous” Fern mumbled under her breath “someone fucking died”

“What did you say?” the teacher asked “you know I don’t tolerate swearing in this classroom”

“N-nothing” Fern snapped to attention “I’ll just take my seat now”

“First, your headphones, you know those aren’t allowed, please hand them over” the teacher announced

“y’know I can’t actually do that” Fern ran out of the classroom and slid into a wall, but readjusted her position and started dashing down the hall at inhuman speeds

“Come back here!” the teacher yelled and ran after her

Fern ran into the high school area, far ahead of the teacher chasing her, and collided with Ms. White

“Oh, hi Bronze” Fern was caught off guard by the collision

“How do you know that, you little shit” Ms. White whisper-shouted in Fern’s face

“How about you don’t get me in trouble, and I won’t tell anyone about your whole magical girl murder mafia thing?” Fern grinned smugly and ran away, taking a picture of Ms. White on her phone to show as evidence in case she needed it

“Why you little-” Ms. White growled

“Did you see a girl in a green sweatshirt run past?” Fern’s teacher asked

“Yes, she ran towards the office” Ms. White pointed calmly in the direction Fern ran

Fern dashed into the bathroom and slid into another wall as several girls stared at her

“Did you hear that Kat, Tara, and Max ditched class again today?” one of the girls asked “Ms. White was furious today, even though she wasn’t here yesterday either”

“Oh, I was with them yesterday, you wanna hear what happened? You will not believe it” Fern replied

“What happened? And don’t leave out a single detail if it’s as unbelievable as you say it is, I need this for the school newspaper” the girl took out her phone to record it

“We still have one of those?” another girl interrupted “how archaic”

Fern explained in extreme detail what went on at the park and the mafia base, leaving out the magical parts as to not reveal Ace, Tara and Doc’s identities

“Oh, also Ms. White freaked out when I called her Bronze, saying ‘how do you know that, you little shit’” Fern continued

“This is amazing, a celebrity hiding right under our noses, and she’s running some kind of secret murder… thingy in the old middle school building” the girl stopped recording “just what the newspaper needs, excitement, drama, stakes”

“Ms. White deserves it, she’s terrible” the other girl chimed in

“Well, Bronze is even worse; one of her minions killed someone right in front of us just because she wanted to protect her girlfriend” Fern added

“Mind if I interview some of the others involved?” the girl asked “I’m Vanessa by the way”

“Sure” Fern replied “and I’m Fern”

“I’ll help you get out of trouble, don’t worry, you’re working with me now” Vanessa responded “I know my way around getting detention”

“How oddly convenient” Fern replied “and there’s way more to this story than you know, there’s stuff I had to leave out because of the rules”

“Rules?” Vanessa asked

“Don’t worry about it right now, let’s go” Fern answered, leaving the bathroom and immediately being confronted with her teacher and a very angry Ms. White “oh fuck”

“Run” Vanessa suggested, grabbing Fern’s wrist and running away towards the exit, Fern quickly realizing and running full speed out the door and diving into a bush

“Fuck it, she already knows” Ms. White announced “Bronze transform” A yellow light engulfed the empty hallway and in Ms. White’s place, stood Bronze.

“Oh my god, you were right” Vanessa took pictures of Bronze from the bush “Is she some kind of monster? A tabaxi perhaps? But she’s not cat-like enough for that”

“Close enough, but let’s go, you don’t want to know what she’s capable of” Fern grabbed Vanessa by the wrist and ran down the block to Ace’s house, avoiding the old middle school building like the plague.

“How… are you… so fast?” Vanessa panted, trying to catch her breath

“Half deer,” Fern skidded to a stop in front of Ace’s house and opened the door

The Prince was asleep on his chair, not in his compact form anymore; Cleo was in the kitchen preparing lunch; Ace and Doc were playing video games in the next room over; Reaper was floating around eating a bag of chips; and Sock was asleep lying face-down on the floor

“Oh my god, what is that?!” Vanessa screamed, pointing a small pocket knife at the Soul Beast “you have a monster like that in your house?”

“Fuck off” The Prince mumbled “unless you’re a magical girl, trying to kill me is useless”

“That’s just Lu, he’s harmless��� Fern explained

“Never call me that” the prince replied “my name is The Prince, Lu is long dead”

“Oh, I’ve come to interview everyone that was at the middle school yesterday, mind if I start with you?” Vanessa asked The Prince

“Fine,” The Prince answered “there was this room in the basement that was locked, but I phased through the wall and there were a ton of dead and nearly-dead magical girls and a couple small Soul Beasts running around”

“Magical girls? Soul Beasts? What’re those?” Vanessa asked, recording everything The Prince said

“Magical girls are magical girls, and Soul Beasts, like me, are what happens after a magical girl, or in my case magical boy, dies” The Prince explained

“Was there anything else in the room?” Vanessa asked

“Reaper was” The Prince answered, pointing at Reaper “she helped me get back to my true form”

“How long were you in that room?” Vanessa shoved her Phone in Reaper’s face “and what was it like in there?”

“The Rainbow Room was absolutely awful, it’s dark, rusty, and constantly reeks of death” Reaper explained “I was in there for a little over 3 years, and died about 2 years in, but I was stuck in there because of Bronze’s one-way barrier around the place”

“The Rainbow Room is a very odd name for a room full of dead bodies” Vanessa replied

“Well, magical girl blood does come in different colors” Reaper clarified before being cut off by a knock at the door

“It’s Bronze, you should all hide” Cleo looked out the window and opened the door as everyone hid “hello, what can I help you with?”

“I’m looking for the deer and the werewolf, bring them to me” Bronze commanded

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Cleo lied

“You know very well who I’m talking about, fox” Bronze began to get angry

“Fox? I’m just a normal human. I don’t know anything about this fox person” Cleo lied

“Now I know you’re lying,” Bronze gripped Cleo’s necklace “perish, Queen of Hearts”

A low growl came from behind The Prince’s chair as a brown blur leapt out and tackled Bronze to the ground, it was Vanessa, although she didn’t look like she did a minute ago, she had large fluffy ears, a tail, large claws, and dark red eyes

“How dare you, mangy mutt” Bronze snapped as the werewolf scratched at her

Sock walked up to Bronze and glared at her

“Get her off me, firefly” Bronze commanded, kicking Vanessa in the chest

“Maybe, if you return everyone’s powers” Sock replied “I might even go back to your side”

[haiky-u-lously]

Haikyuu:R/FY/N

Chapter 13                   Chapter 14: Team Meeting                 Chapter 15

You picked your bag up and (put it on however you wear your back packs). Clutching a strap with your (dominant side) hand, you watched a bit of the three-on-three match.

“Nice serve!” Hinata and Tanaka called to Kageyama as he stepped up to perform his power jump serve.

Daichi blew a whistle from his referee stand, and made the motion that the server had eight seconds to pass the ball over the net.

Kageyama put more power into it this time, knowing you were watching and wanting to show off a little.

The three on the other side of the net recognized this, and smirked in response. All thinking, then we’ll put in our all too!

Nishinoya yelled and got a perfect receive, high above the setter’s position to give Suga as much time to think about where to send the hitter as he wanted. Suga smiled into the ceiling as he gave a slight nod to his friend.

Asahi smirked at the motion. Going full fledge into a fast hit with all his power. He distinctly saw Hinata keeping up with him from the other side of the net, but the smirk displayed on the Ace’s face just morphed into a complete smile as he collected Suga and Daichi and his wills to not let the underclassmen impress you more than the third years.

The attack was so powerful, when it bounced off Hinata’s soft block it went straight to the upper platform and bounced on the other side of the bars. Trapping the game ball away from the players on the court and ensuring a point to the two third year’s team.

All three teammates smiled and high-fived each other. Hinata and Tanaka were screaming about how cool their play was. While Kageyama gave a mumbled compliment about Nishinoya’s perfect receive.

Daichi smiled down at his team before descending from the referee vantage point.

Seeing their captain ending the practice match so, Narita and Kinoshita left their line-guard positions as they walked towards the group congregating at the center of the court.

Yamaguchi and Hinnoshita also left their posts, even though the score was only five to three.

Tsukishima had just walked off the court so Asahi could play, so he was glad the match didn’t continue long after he was subbed out.

“Great practice today you guys!” Daichi explained, “Even without Coach Ukai here, we were able to accomplish quite a bit.”

You had walked to listen in on their players meeting, but were surprised when the captain turned his—and therefore the rest of the team’s—attention to you.

“And thank our wonderful Newspaper Club member for putting up with all of us, to hopefully get a great word out about the school volleyball team.”

The boys around you smiled, nodded their agreement, and/or said their thanks.

You stalled in accepting, but smiled in return, claiming, “No thank you all for being so willing to help me. I will make sure the article is worth the time you lost practicing a sport you all so obviously love.”

“Well, we appreciate the chance to have met you none the less.” He smiled, and called the player’s attention again. “Anyway, we went about half an hour longer today so make sure you cool down properly before cleanup. And, make sure you get a proper night’s sleep. We might not have morning practice tomorrow but in the afternoon, Nekoma is coming up for a joint night practice and we have practice matches with them and Fukurodani on Saturday. And, they both made it to National’s as well. So, this’ll be the last time we see these teams before then. If all of us even make it to play each other.”

Many team members nodded, and you made a mental note to look up information about the two teams. Thinking, Maybe I can try and come watch the practice games to get some more data to pull from for the article. You smiled at your thought, and decided to ask the academic advisor during school the next day.

Hinata just jumped, “Oya! Kenma is gunna be here! Kageyama, maybe you can learn some new things since he’s so much better than you!”

“Shut up, stupid.” Kageyama expressed, as he punched Hinata in the stomach.

“Ouch that hurt, Bakageyama!”

Daichi rolled his eyes, “Both of you stop, now.” The two first years immediately obeyed, to all the third years’ gratefulness. “So, go cool down!” The captain shouted to his team.

Boys took off in different directions, and you watched as some ran and others stretched.

Eventually the cool-down process ended and you wondered if you were over staying your welcome.

Since the team only had clean-up left and then were headed home, you decided to take your leave.

You wanted to drop by your club room anyway.

“(F/N)-chan!” You heard, right as you were about to reach for the door handle.

Turning, you saw Hisashi slow his pace, coming to a halt a foot in front of you. “Yes, Hisashi-chan?”

“Just wait a few more minutes and I’ll walk home with you, yea?”

You smiled at the offer, but shook your head, “I was going to run by the Newspaper Club room, and then I have to take care of something.”

“Then I’ll wait for you.” His smile was hard to turn down, but you remembered the captain saying they had stayed thirty minutes over their normal practice time, and you just knew it was your fault.

Shaking your head more firmly, you extended, “No, that’d make me feel bad (worse). It’s fine.” You supplied your own smile. “I have my phone on me in case anything happens.”

“That’s not good enough.” This time, the voice came from behind you.

Turning around you saw Tsukishima and Yamaguchi. “What?” You asked, trying to figure out if the statement was actually directed towards you.

“You’re a girl, in a new town. Scratch that, new prefecture. And it’s completely dark outside.” Tsukki adjusted his glasses before continuing, “Someone should be walking with you, and from what I’ve heard tonight, Kinoshita-san lives around you and has walked you home before.” The blonde smirked at his next thought, “But if it’s because it’s Kinoshita-san offering that you are turning it down, I’d be willing to put up with it to walk you home. But you’d have to listen to this new song I just got.” He gave you a challenging look.

You’re eyes bulged at the idea of being offended at Hisashi’s offer, and when you looked to the boy on your other side you saw he actually looked worried that he had offended you. “Hisashi-chan I promise I’m not turning down your offer just because it’s you. And Tsukki-san, that was just mean. And,” You smirked at the blonde, “why would I want someone mean walking me home?” You smiled at his dead-pan expression, before shaking your head once again. “I’m serious. I’m going to my club room and you are all pretty much set to go home. I’m not making anyone get home any later than I’m already making you all. Thanks so much again for today. I really truly appreciate it all.” You bowed to the center of the gym, and made your way out.

Walking along the corridors you thought about how’d you explain everything to your friend in the club. Aeteshima Michibiku was a second year, who just happened to be the person the office called when you asked if you could join the group despite being so late in the year. He always seemed to be around when you had questions, and was the first to congratulate you on your assignment. He had also told you he’d wait in the club room as long as he could so that you’d have someone to talk to about how the interviews went and how prepared you felt to get the article written within the week and a half timeline the editor gave you.

Although it was possible he was not there anymore, you wanted to make sure. You’d feel absolutely terrible if you left and he had still been waiting.

You reached the door and saw a note taped to its center. It read:

(F/N)-kun, the editor told me I had to leave. I’m so sorry I couldn’t

wait for you. But, I’m sure everything went well. You’re too talented

for it to not have done so. Anyway, I’m looking forward to hearing

all about your afternoon/night +wink-wink-nudge-nudge+, tomorrow.

Sleep well!

You scoffed at the letter.

Sitting on the floor you took a minute to enter all the numbers from your notebook into your phone as new contacts. Sending each one a simple ‘hello’ with your name so they wouldn’t be confused by the number. You slide the notebook, and letter from Michibiku into your bag and stood back up.

Ready to go home, you started making your way towards the school entrance.

After you left the gym, the entire team rushed through the rest of clean-up. Daichi didn’t scold anyone about how sloppy they were being. And Suga kept quiet at how if they didn’t slow down it was possible for someone to get hurt.

The third years were the first ones done with their jobs and practically sprinted back to their club room to get to their phones and hopefully meet you at the front gate.

Tsukishima, Kageyama, Kinoshita and Hinnoshita were next, following their seniors’ footsteps and leaving lockup to the players still working on their cleaning chore.

A minute hadn’t even passed before Tanaka and Nishinoya were scrambling over one another, having finished their jobs and wanting to leave as well.

In his rushing, Hinata almost dropped his end of the pole that he was helping Yamaguchi carry.

“Slow done, Hinata-kun.” Narita reprimanded. “It won’t do anyone any good if you were to get hurt.”

The red head nodded before disappearing into the storage room.

Once double checking that the gym was empty and having watched the last two first years run out of the gym screaming back to have a good night, Narita looked the storage room.

He half sprinted to the main doors, turned off the lights and locked up the gym behind himself. Following a little behind everyone on their way to the club room.

While boys were pulling on their sweatshirts and pants, changing out their shoes, and packing up their bags, the door would swing open and closed as more team members arrived to do the same.

Suga had just pulled his bag onto his shoulder as Narita made it into the cramped space. Calling, “Then I’m off first.”

The silver-haired third year smiled at the groan that escaped some of his teammates’ mouths.

“Hang on Suga,” Daichi called. The team captain pulled on his on bag, but stood firm as he addressed his team. “I’m happy to say that it seemed everyone followed our guidelines in how you interacted with (F/N). That being said, don’t screw it up now. I realize we all want to get to the front gate to wait for her and hopefully make sure someone—although we all hope it will be ourselves—will make sure she gets home safe. At least that’s what I’m assuming all this rushing is about.” He said, sending an intense gaze towards the three more excitable volleyball players. “So, just keep in mind that we aren’t going to pressure her, we aren’t going to make her uncomfortable in any way shape or form. Got it?”

“Ossu!” The boys answered their captain.

Smiling, Daichi concluded his little speech and walked out of the club room with Suga. He sent you a quick message asking if you made it to your clubroom alright, secretly excited his would be the first message you’d see.

Suga pulled his phone out, along with the slip of paper that had your phone number to send you a quick message along with his name.

The other three boy’s you’d given your number to sent their own messages. Yamaguchi sent his name with (your favorite) emoji attached, he didn’t know the emoji was your favorite—he sent it because it was his. Narita’s just stated, ‘Hi (F/N), just wanted to get my number to you in case we decided to continue the interview, or anything else.’ While, Hinnoshita messaged his name with a thanks for everything you had said to him.

As players changed, packed up, or headed towards the campus’ main entrance, their phones went off.

Hinata smiled and sent you back a picture of his smiling face.

Nishinoya and Tanaka both saved your number adding in some heart symbols to the contact name, then messaged their own ‘hellos’.

Kageyama sent a straightforward text back, informing you that he got the message intended for him.

Tsukishima immediately sent you the name of the song he had mentioned before you took off. Reminding himself how’d you call out his rudeness while somehow keeping a teasing manner, which made him smirk and wish he could keep bantering with you.

As soon as your message reached Kinoshita’s phone he jumped, then typed his reply. The other second years standing around him waiting at the gate gave him a look but said nothing.

*bzzz-bzzz*

You phone vibrated in your hand a few times as you got messages from all the players. Some in response to your own, some giving you the number of the players that had taken yours instead of giving you theirs.

Then Hisashi’s message came in, and you found yourself doubled over in laughter.

‘(F-F-F/N-N-N)!!!!!!!!! LET ME KEEP YOU SAFE! WE HAVE TO WALK IN THE EXACT SAME DIRECTION ANYWAY!!!’

You straightened your posture and continued your way across the campus. Texting back that you had just left the Newspaper club room and would be just fine.

However, when you looked up from the ground and saw the entrance, your feet stopped moving and your jaw dropped.

On either side of the gate stood all twelve of the volleyball team members.

“Shit.” You said to yourself, thankful you were far enough back that they hadn’t noticed your presence yet. “Now what?”

a/n: filler chapters from here on for awhile until I figure out what to do, because I don’t want to just drop off and leave yall hanging. Plus, I’m still thoroughly enjoying writing this. Hope you’re enjoying it.