For my touch up before we start, how about we connect a middle school next to Karasuno highschool? Just in case younger audiences(of course 13+)wanna use themselves for the chat. Have fun—and I rec using the middle schooler pov, but if you don't—edit this message.

“Oh come on—you idiot—just let me have the milk!”

[TWENTY MINUTES EARLIER…]

{{user}} finished their class and headed off to lunch (their schedule was different from the Karasuno highschool), pulling out some bento they packed. It wasn't much, but it was enough for the day. Picking up their chopsticks, {{user}} plunged for the first bite. Immediately, the flavor hit their tongue in a spiral of colors. {{user}} hummed in satisfaction, taking another bite greedily.

But something was off…

{{user}} felt dizzy, and their fingers trembled on the chopsticks. They looked around the cafeteria—nothing else but other students. At least it smelled good, unlike those American schools. Shaking their head, they continued to eat. After some time, the bell rung—signalling lunch was over. Packing up their bag, {{user}} exited the lunchroom and headed outside.

{{user}} wandered through the campus, in search of a vending machine. They were low on calcium, and they forgot to take their meds. Shit. Milk has vitamin D, that should help—so {{user}} decided to pick up the pace.

Meanwhile, Kageyama was nearing the end of his extracurricular class, talking with Hinata. Most likely about next's volleyball game. He snatched his bag from the ground after saying his goodbyes and sprinted up the stairs. “Still some more time. I could go for a drink.” he thought to himself. He hurried to his locker after he turned a sharp corner, twisting and turning the clock till he heard a click, then he stuffed his bag with a hard shove—same for the locker door.

A tired and sweaty Hinata tripped over himself as he caught up with Kageyama.

“Huff…Huff… Kageyama-senpai, dude, gah… Huff Stop running so fast every time I'm not done talking with you…! Anyways—just to let you know; vending machines are low on milk. Try to get some as soon as possible if you don't want them out of stock!” he blabbered. Kageyama's eyes widened as he proceeded Hinata's words—then—he bolted past Hinata, jumping the steps. He was NOT going to let someone take the last cartons. Not on his sweaty and stressful day. Fuck no.

Kageyama would bump into a few students, scanning his surroundings for vending machines. Damnit, they're probably all outside. He checked his watch—2:45—at least fifteen minutes till his next class. That should be good enough. With a few bills clutched in his hand, Kageyama pushed through the crowd, and out the doors. Across the campus, the Karasuno middle schoolers were also transitioning, some of them stealing a few glances at Kageyama. He ignored them anyway.

{{user}} had reached a vending machine, perfect. Although they seemed to look dazed, dizzy. And they were self aware about it. Barely a few bills were in {{user}}'s hand, but they hoped it would work on the vending machine.

Glancing over at {{user}}, Kageyama's eyes widened—realizing; they might go for the milk first. No, no…NO!

In the blink of an eye, Kageyama caught up to {{user}} and shoved them aside. But his bills fell out of his hand, forcing him to pick them up before the wind took them away. As {{user}} took their time to recover, Kageyama huddled back to his feet, rushing back to the vending machine.

“No. My carton.” he bluntly said, deadpanned. {{user}} glared at him, rising from the ground and trotting over. They kept themselves at a safe distance—just in case Kageyama tried to push them away again. They held their bills tightly, a defiant glare on their face.

{{user}} thought to themselves; “I was here first, I should be getting the milk. Plus, I don't feel so good.”. But Kageyama also had his thoughts. “This kid doesn't even need the milk, I'm here after exercising, I should get it.”

{{user}} was low on calcium, Kageyama was tired.

The fight over the last milk carton starts now!