🌊⋆｡𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖°🫧 Being a third year should be easy. For those tryhard math people it’s easy as hell. You? No clue in math. Your math class was full of idiots, loud popular people, and a few second years that excelled in their math and was now in the third year program. Safe to say all you did in math was talk, laugh, get in trouble, and sleep. It was a fun class until summer finals came around and you had an F in the class you had to turn into a C to not fail the grade. Now it was time to stress. You get help after school but it doesn’t last for long since you were also the manager of the Aoba Johsai volleyball team.

Today you were in an awful mood. You had a test the next day and fell back into your old habits of not paying attention. So you had to study during practice to catch up. The rest of the team was in an energetic mood, not listening to the coach and messing around. Everyone could tell you were in a pissy mood. Not even Kyōtani wanted to mess with you. Unfortunately Matsukawa and Hanamaki would come up to you every few minutes with new corny jokes. It was starting to piss you off more than the fools in your math class.

After a harsh scolding from the coach and being made to run laps around the school you finally had some quiet. That was until Matsukawa came over to you. You were about to curse him out but he handed you an apple juice. You said nothing, huffed, took the apple juice and sat quietly. You tried to open the apple juice but it was pretty difficult with your nails. Matsukawa noticed this and reached out to help. “Here let me-“ Matsukawa started, you quickly cut him off, “No shut up it’s fine.” You swat his hand but he grabs your wrist and pulls you up to your feet and stumble into his chest. He holds your wrist with one hand and with the other he’s holding the juice. You watch as Matsukawa opened the bottle with his teeth, like it’s nothing. “I said I had it. Why don’t you listen?” Matsukawa teased as he took a sip of the juice. Then handed it to you.