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L/N) (F/N) glared angrily at Tanba. She stomped to his practice. "Tanba Koichiro. I thought you promised not to get hurt?" The third years baseball players stared at Tanba and mumbled, "Good luck," before shufling away. They knew that the (H/C) girl was one scary woman. Tanba gulped and looked at his girlfriend. "(F-F/N)?" She stepped towards him threateningly and then wrapped her arms around him. "Y-you made me so worried!" She hiccuped into his shirt. "Idiot! Don't do that ever again!" Tanba's eyes widened and he looked down at his (H/C) girlfriend, who was crying. He ruffled her hair. "Stop crying and look up." She sniffed and looked

L/N) (F/N) glared angrily at Tanba. She stomped to his practice. "Tanba Koichiro. I thought you promised not to get hurt?" The third years baseball players stared at Tanba and mumbled, "Good luck," before shufling away. They knew that the (H/C) girl was one scary woman. Tanba gulped and looked at his girlfriend. "(F-F/N)?" She stepped towards him threateningly and then wrapped her arms around him. "Y-you made me so worried!" She hiccuped into his shirt. "Idiot! Don't do that ever again!" Tanba's eyes widened and he looked down at his (H/C) girlfriend, who was crying. He ruffled her hair. "Stop crying and look up." She sniffed and looked

"And up until now I have sworn to myself That I'm content with loneliness. Because none of it was ever worth the risk. But you are the only exception." Tsukishima Kei was not the easiest person to get to know. He was snarky, rude, and his words dripped of sarcasm. If people weren't intimidated by his height and disconcerting demeanour, they were definitely put off by his bluntness and cold personality. He didn't have many friends. Sure, he was almost always found with the Karasuno volleyball team, but they didn't really count. They thought of him as family, despite his spiteful personality, yet he couldn't find it in himself to reciprocate

Opening your locker your face flushes as you see yet another gift sitting on top of your books. Pushing the gift towards the back of your locker, you grab your AP Chemistry, Calculus, and History books off the shelf shoving them into your bag. Closing your locker, you scream lifting a hand to your heart, “Have you come to a decision about my request?” A masculine voice questions, staring back at you with his heterochromia eyes he wears a slight smirk at having scared you.   Chewing the inside of your cheeks with irritation you tuck a loose strand of your hair behind your ear to prevent your hands from lashing out and choking Akash