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Hanamiya
“So, I have a question,” Hara asks, raising his hand like they’re in a damn classroom.
“What is it?” Hanamiya snaps, not bothering to look up from his book.
There’s a long enough pause that perhaps the bubbling popping idiot has thought better of asking whatever asinine question he has.
“How the hell did you and _____-chan even end up together?”
Or not.
Hanamiya does look up then, fixing a glare that anyone with a half a brain would scramble from but Hara never has seen–literally or figuratively–when it’s just smarter to keep his mouth shut; which in Hanamiya’s opinion would be all the time.
The point is further proven by his next words, “I mean, she’s sweet and cute and, I don’t know, fucking fluffy and you’re,” he pauses, pops a bubble then smacks out, “well you’re you.”
Hanamiya stands, smacking the back of his head. “It’s because I’m me that she’s mine! No one else is good enough for her and if I catch you trying to move in on her–”
“Dude, I won’t! I’m just saying–”
“I’d recommend you not and just shut the fuck up.”
Akashi
“Akashicchi!! Your girlfriend is so cute! She’s like a doll! You have to let me take her to the studio some day, Margie will absolutely flip!”
Akashi smiles, though it’s not entirely mirth filled; Kise’s exuberance is maddening, more so when the object of his affection–or perhaps the better word would be obsession–is his delicate flower.
“She’s not just a figure to play dress up with, Ryouta, she has other good qualities as well,” Akashi says evenly.
“I know that! How else could she hold your attention! I’m just saying I love looking at her because she’s so, so, so cute!”
Akashi’s smile dims, his eyes growing a shade darker; “Just be sure to keep to looking and not touching and we won’t have a problem Ryouta.”
Murasakibara
“So I hear you finally landed a girlfriend, Murasakibara,” Okamura says around a bite of hamburger.
Murasakibara shrugs, his lips pursed to suck up the remnants of his second milkshake.
“What’s with that reaction? You should be proud!” his former captain chastises.
“Atsushi doesn’t have big reactions, you know that,” Himuro puts in.
“Yes but-” Okamura cuts himself off, jaw falling open as one of the cutest girls he’s ever seen walks into the restaurant. Covered in frills and pastels, she looks like a magical girl stepped fresh out of an anime.
His jaw almost hits the floor when she spies their table, waves wildly and runs up, letting out a giggle of, “Tushi-kun! There you are!”
She lands heavily in the purple haired giant’s lap but he barely seems to notice the impact, she’s so tiny; “Oh, _____-chin, you made it,” he mumbles, fries in mouth.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full silly, you could choke!” she says, taking a fry from his plate and popping it in her mouth. It’s then she notices the stares of the others around the table, save for Himuro who she knows well. “Oh! I’m sorry, I’m ______, pleased to meet you!”
Himuro handles the formal introductions, Murasakibara being too absorbed with his eating.
“Awww! You drank it all, already! I’ll get another,” she says, taking the empty milkshake cup with her to the trash.
To everyone’s shock, Murasakibara gets up and follows her, muttering something about making sure she gets his order right but everyone can see him flashing daggers at anyone who even looks like they’re thinking about approaching her.
Okamura looks back at Himuro, his face still an open expression of shock; “She… they… he… HOW?!”
Takao
“Go Kazunari-kun! You can do it!”
Takao smiles, tossing a flawless set up to Midorima who lands yet another perfect shot. They high five, moving back into defense as the game continues.
During half time, he’s in the locker room when a knock at its door draws the team’s attention. He opens in, anticipating seeing his frill-frocked girlfriend and isn’t disappointed.
“You’re doing so good Kazunari-kun! I know you’re busy, so I won’t keep you long but I wanted to give you these!” She shoves a rather large box into his hands. He opens it, mouth watering as the sweet smell of homebaked goods fills his nostrils. “They’re for you all,” she hollers around him, giving a wave and bright smile to the team at large, “good luck!”
“Hmmmm, she made chocolate chip and chocolate is today’s lucky item,” Midorima says, taking one of the treats.
The whole team scarfs them down, listening as coach gives the next play rundown, his own mouth full of cookie.
“You’re so lucky, Takao! Not only is your girlfriend cute but she’s super sweet and can bake!” Miyaji exclaims.
He expects some quip or smart ass remark only to be caught off guard by the soft smile Takao gives; “I know, I love her a lot.”
“Miyaji-san, it’s time to go to the court,” Midorima says bringing him back to himself.
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