here ya go ladies ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ there are 2 reqs of this in my inbox so i’ll just post it like this, thank u sm for requesting!!
no, you can’t skedaddle after confessing to inarizaki boys.
inarizaki vbc x f!reader
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kita shinsuke
you slip the letter into his hand after practice, bow so quickly it looks like you’re glitching, and sprint out of the gym. you think he’ll just read it quietly at home. wrong. kita is already folding the paper back into his pocket like it’s a family heirloom and power-walking after you with terrifying calm.
“you don’t run from me,” he says once he catches you outside the gate, voice steady but his ears are bright red. he doesn’t pant. doesn’t sweat. he’s just there, holding your wrist so gently it feels commanding. when you stammer out an apology, kita leans in and presses a chaste but grounding kiss to your lips, eyes unblinking. “if you’ve decided to be mine, don’t take it back. i won’t allow it.” then he hugs you, warm, strong, utterly unshakable. you’re stuck. #thedream
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ojiro aran
your letter is in his shoe locker, and when he reads it, his face goes bright red. he freezes for a good thirty seconds, then suddenly dashes out of the building yelling your name. you’re already halfway down the street but you hear heavy footsteps slamming behind you—aran chasing at full speed. when he finally corners you, his hands are on his knees, breathless, grinning like he just won the lottery.
“you—you really mean this?” he wheezes, eyes glassy. when you nod, he pulls you into a rib-crushing bear hug that lifts you straight off the ground. then, without even thinking, he kisses your forehead so hard you swear he left a dent. “i’ll never let you regret this. never.”
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suna rintarō
he’s lounging against the wall when you hand him the folded note, smirk lazy as ever. “oh? for me?” you run before he can unfold it. suna blinks once. then he’s sprinting like his life depends on it, grin stretched wide. you don’t even realize he’s behind you until his long arms snake around your waist and you nearly fall forward.
“you think you can just drop this on me and escape?” he purrs into your ear, holding you flush against him. his heartbeat is wild, betraying his calm face. when you wriggle, suna dips his head and gives you a slow, smug kiss on the corner of your mouth before shifting to your lips—lazy but dangerous, like he’s branding you. “you’re mine now. don’t ever run again, doll.”
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miya atsumu
you shove the letter into his chest and bolt like you’re in the olympics. atsumu stares down at it, reads the first line, and immediately short-circuits. “SHE LOVES M—?!” he shrieks, face exploding red. the entire team hears him. he sprints after you, tripping twice, yelling your name like it’s the only word in his vocabulary. when he finally tackles you into the grass, he’s shaking so hard he can’t even breathe.
he stares at you like you’re the sun, then blurts, “lemme kiss ya—please lemme kiss ya—i’ll die if ya don’t—” before smashing his lips to yours in the sloppiest, most desperate kiss of your life. afterwards, he collapses onto you, sobbing, “yer stuck with me forever now, angel.”
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miya osamu
you slip him the note during lunch and run. osamu doesn’t chase at first. he just sits there, staring at the words like they’re written in gold. then he stands up, walks after you in calm, deliberate steps, catching up easily. “ya really thought i’d let ya go after this?” he murmurs when he corners you, trapping you against the wall. his eyes are dark, softer than atsumu’s frantic glow, but scarier in how sure he is.
he cups your face in both hands and leans in for a slow, hungry kiss that makes your knees buckle. “ya belong to me now. not him, not anyone else. me.” then he hugs you so tightly you squeak, whispering into your hair, “don’t ever run away again, sweetheart. i’ll always follow.”
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michinari akagi
you leave the note in his hands during water break, then bolt. akagi panics—actually freezes—then screams, “WAIT—” and sprints like a man possessed. when he catches up, he nearly falls on his face, arms flailing, but manages to grab your hand with a grip so desperate it trembles.
“i-i thought you’d never like me!” he cries, tearing up so hard it’s embarrassing. you mumble reassurance, and he immediately hugs you so tightly you both stumble. then, overwhelmed, he presses a quick kiss to your cheek before pulling back with a bloody nose from his own adrenaline. “i’ll work harder! i’ll make you proud!” he’s crying, snotty, clinging. hopeless.
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ginjima hitoshi
you slide the letter into his practice bag and book it. he notices immediately, rips it open, and reads while running full speed after you. ginjirō has zero subtlety—he’s shouting your name across the gym, laughing like a maniac, tears streaming. when he grabs your shoulders, he actually spins you around in the air, crying, “SHE LOVES ME SHE LOVES ME SHE LOVES ME!”
his voice cracks as he smothers your face in rapid kisses—cheeks, nose, chin, lips—before finally locking on your mouth in a dizzying kiss that leaves him breathless. he drops you back down but doesn’t let go, forehead pressed to yours. “you’re never leaving me, ever. i’ll carry you if i have to.”
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ōmimi ren
you hand him the letter shyly and dash. ōmimi, towering over everyone, stares dumbly at the paper like it’s written in a foreign language. then he just… sprints. his legs are too long. he catches you in seconds, scooping you up bridal-style with zero effort. his face is scarlet, his lips trembling, but he kisses you softly, reverently, like you’re made of glass.
“i’ll protect you forever,” he whispers, hugging you so carefully yet so tightly it’s overwhelming. then his nose starts bleeding from the sheer pressure of it all, dripping onto his jersey as he holds you closer. “you don’t understand—i can’t live without you now.”
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kosaku yūto
the second kosaku realized the letter was a confession, he almost face-planted from shock. then, without even reading past the first line, he sprinted after you like a madman.
“YOU CAN’T JUST DROP THIS AND RUN—Y/N!!” he practically tackled you, hugging you so tight your feet left the ground. his nose started bleeding mid-hug, but he didn’t care, muttering into your hair, “don’t ever run away from me, i’ll actually kill someone.” he kissed you suddenly—messy, rushed, like he couldn’t breathe without it—and then just buried his face against you, shaking.
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riseki heisuke
riseki read two words of the letter and let out the loudest scream of his life. “I’M BEING LOVED?!!?!” before you could escape, he was already in tears, chasing you across the court like a horror movie villain.
when he caught you, he dropped to his knees, clutching your hand like you’d just saved his life. “don’t take it back, please—i’ll never recover, i swear.” he pressed a trembling kiss to your lips—quick, shaky, but so full of desperation he nearly passed out right after.
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a/n: i forgot to arrange them by number so yes thank you, i won’t be fixing it until i’m free.
atsumu ; chews on everything. its such a pet peeve to everyone else but you somehow. chews on everything like its got answer. its really dumb, but kind of endearing in a way. he always needs something in his mouth, pencaps, straw ends, hoodie strings.
osamu ; lets you have the first bite of everything. no matter how excited he is about the food, how expensive or scarce, he always lets you have the best, and the first bite. he acts like it’s no big deal, but it is. he’ll even rotate the plate to angle the best part toward you, like you wouldn’t notice.
kita ; fixing things that arent his. he quietly straightens someone’s collar, or pluck the dandruff out of their hair without asking. doesnt call attention to it, he just does it like its the natural thing to do. doesn’t call attention to it, doesn’t expect anything back. like its just the way things are.
suna ; holds back his laughs. he very rarely laughs big like either of the miya twins, and doesnt have a naturally quiet laugh like kita. he just smirks, looks down, and exhales through his nose, or lets out a breathy chuckle. covers his mouth with the back of his hand and looks away.
aran ; pacemaker. always waits for everyone to keep up, even if it means he’s a couple steps behind everyone else. doesnt want to leave anyone behind. turns his head back mid-walk just to check no one got left behind. never hurries anyone, never complains.
ginjima ; brings an extra pair of everything. extra pencils, extra snacks, extra change. never asks to be repaid, either. just wordlessly passes it to whoever needs it without any fuss. if someone needs something he doesnt have, he’ll start bringing that, too.
akagi ; remembers weirdly specific stuff. will question you if you start using a different font on instagram, or if you start holding your pencil a different way. the littlest things you never noticed, but also somehow misses if you got a haircut or got new glasses. “you used to dot your i’s with circles. when’d you stop?”
warnings. not proofread. feminine pronouns. use of (y/n) once, i think. may contain spelling and grammar mistakes. translated from spanish (my mother tongue) with google translator (don't bully me, please)
author note. i'm so sorry if any of the characters are ooc, i'm new to writing for canon and not original characters.
When you showed up to practice, just nodding your greetings and offering smiles, without any sound coming out of your mouth, the team malfunctioned and panicked.
But before they could even ask, they heard multiple sounds coming from everyone's phones.
Suna is probably the one who checks what's up, and he's hit with a message you sent to the group chat.
“Hey, so- I lost my voice for a couple of weeks, so I'll communicate like this.”
KITA SHINSUKE
“…For weeks?”
Immediately shifts into protective mode.
Tells you to rest and avoid straining yourself. Doesn't want you to show up to practice, but if you do anyway, he'll just sigh it off.
Silently worried but doesn’t show it much.
OJIRO ARAN
“Ah, damn… that’s rough.”
Feels bad for you and tries to be extra considerate.
Helps you communicate when others struggle to understand, though it took him a few days to get used to checking his phone when talking to you.
AKAGI MICHINARI
“WAIT, WEEKS?! LIKE—YOU WON’T TALK AT ALL?!”
Panics instantly.
Tries to make you laugh, realizes you can’t respond out loud. Now panicking more.
He jokes about it, but if you glare at him, he'll stop. then the next day, he starts again
OMIMI REN
"...Weeks? No talkin'?"
The silence from Omimi is deafening. His usual stoic demeanor falters slightly as the situation hits.
He tilts his head, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. His mind seems to be calculating the implications—how he’ll communicate with you without your usual voice, how you’ll handle everything, and how long they’ll have to adjust to this.
"...I guess we’ll all have to adjust... somehow."
KOSAKU YUUTO
“So you’re tellin’ me… No teasin'? No witty remarks? No laughin' at our dumb moments?”
Looks genuinely heartbroken.
Promises to “speak double” to make up for your silence. Everyone, including you, just nod.
GINJIMA HITOSHI
“…Who do I need to fight?”
Doesn’t know how to handle it, so he just silently pats your head.
He tells you things like "you're brave for coming to school like this!", and you can't even get mad at him when he forgets you can't talk.
MIYA ATSUMU
“So yer tellin’ me I got a couple weeks without ya roastin’ me? Damn, what a loss.”
Pretends to be chill but is actually worried.
Immediately starts texting you memes just to make you feel better.
Promises to “speak double” to make up for your silence. Everyone groans, and you just shake your head.
“WHAT WAS THAT?! WHY DIDN'T YA REACT THE SAME WHEN KOSAKU SAID IT?”
MIYA OSAMU
“Hate to say it, but we’re doomed. We need subtitles now.”
Buys warm drinks for you and forces you to rest.
He may even buy you a snack, to let you know that even if you can't talk, you are appreciated.
SUNA RINTARO
“…Kinda eerie without ya talkin’.”
Texts you random things to keep you entertained.
Helps you communicate with the team subtly, but definitely teases you about it.
Him and you texting, even if you were next to each other, has always been a normal thing. So it didn't change much.
RISEKI HEISUKE
“Wait, wait, wait—so, like, not talking at all?”
Actually devastated, and slightly shy because he doesn't know what to do or say.
Spends way too much time trying to figure out hand signals for communication.
extras.
Everyone starts learning how to communicate without words.
They text you or use notes when needed.
Some try to make you laugh and immediately regret it because you can't, and you are left with a sore throat (more than before)
Atsumu still annoys you, but in written form.
Suna takes advantage and texts you things like “blink twice if you think Atsumu is an idiot.” which you do.
Kita becomes your personal health supervisor.
The entire team becomes extra soft with you.
more under the cut.
After practice, Akagi keeps texting you jokes, Ginjima texts you a small phrase for support, Kosaku continues the conversation you were having before.. All that while the Miyas are arguing. Then, you give, not only to Atsumu and Osamu, but to the whole team a deadpan-blank stare, Aran says to the twins: "See? She's yellin' at you two in her head."
"She's watchin' you too, y'know?"
Then, a message notification pops up on everyone's phones.
"Why on earth are you texting me, when I'm the one who can't talk? I'm listening to you all.”
KITA SHINSUKE, OMIMI REN
They don’t even flinch. Just nod and move on like nothing happened.
Because nothing happened, they were the only ones who realized that even if you had no voice, you could hear them.
OJIRO ARAN
“…Oh.”
Feels dumb but just laughs it off.
Apologizes but still keeps texting you out of habit.
He may even develop a new talent.
The new talent: understanding you in conversations where you only nod or blink at him.
AKAGI MICHINARI
“Wait, so we didn’t HAVE to text?”
Visibly malfunctioning.
Yells, “WHY DIDN’T YA SAY SO?—oh, wait.”
Feels a little guilty when you glare at him.
KOSAKU YUUTO
“(Y/N). YA COULD'VE TOLD US.”
Immediately regrets saying that.
Facepalms. Hard.
Akagi laughs at him, because he said the same thing. you glare at them so hard that they don't speak for the next hour.
GINJIMA HITOSHI
“…I feel so stupid.”
Laughs at himself.
Says, “But be honest—wasn’t it funny watchin' us suffer?”
When you nod, with a teasing smile, he laughs again.
MIYA ATSUMU
“…Yer tellin’ me I wasted all my good jokes in text form for nothin’?!”
Actually offended.
Probably starts talking even MORE dramatically just to make up for the silence. everyone groans collectively.
MIYA OSAMU
“…So we just did all that for no reason?”
Shakes his head and walks away.
Will never let you live it down, and makes you promise you'll buy him food later even if that promise doesn't even make sense.
SUNA RINTARO
“…You enjoyed this, didn’t you?”
Just smirks. He doesn't care, because he probably already knew.
Takes a screenshot of the text and never lets you forget it.
RISEKI HEISUKE
“Damn. We really ARE idiots..”
Actually impressed at your patience for not telling them earlier.
Probably overthinks every conversation for the next week.
extras.
Half of them feel embarrassed.
Half of them find it hilarious.
Atsumu won’t shut up about it.
Suna 100% sends the screenshot to the team group chat, even if you sent the message there.
Kita and Omimi just nod and move on, they forget about it the next day.
Akagi is still yelling about it five minutes later.
You definitely knew they would be this stupid, and you surely let them struggle on purpose.
“Did you hear about Akagi? He married his co-worker! But you didn't hear that from me!”
– @peachyroro for my Gossip Event.
word count; 314 – f!reader
On the first day back to work after your honeymoon, Michinari’s ties were still messily bundled into his drawer and your three most used pairs of pants were still in the hamper. You were hit with hurricane get-ready-for-work.
It was pure chaos, you trying to find a clean pair of pants and running around in just your panties and a blouse, while Michinari stood in the bathroom with your hair straightener to try and iron his tie, totally ignoring the fact that his hair looked like it could double as a bird’s nest.
At some point, about eight minutes later than planned, the two of you hurried out the door, only to run back because a) you walked out in your house slippers and b) Michinari forgot to put a jacket on. Maybe you had honeymooned a bit too hard.
As you separated at the school entrance, he headed up the stairs to the third-year wing while you took the short walk to the first-year wing, and the refreshing smell of sweat and cheap perfume welcomed you back to work.
The first day was tough. You were so used to relaxing and seeing your husband all the time now that you forgot the tough life of teaching high school students. The new first-years were especially rowdy, and you taught one of the classes that were typically expected to get lower grades, so the number of groans in math class wasn’t exactly encouraging.
But a small motivation came in the shape of your husband, who just happened to pass by as you headed to the break room and smiled brightly. “Mrs. Akagi,” he greeted you, making numerous students stop and whisper to each other.
“Mr. Akagi,” you responded, tipping your head politely and giving him a subtle wink. You’d sort out your everyday lives eventually, but right now you’d enjoy the thrill of being newlyweds.
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/thank you to @cottonlemonade because I could not have worked this one out without her and it was pretty much all her amazing idea<3 this was the last request from my gossip event, thank you all so much for sending in requests and/or reading my fics!!
"it's very obvious that you two like each other so much, so why don't you say 'yes' to him already?"
his ears perk up at the question thrown to you by your friend. he didn't mean to eavesdrop, he was just passing by to hopefully see you after school hours. he was leaning on the wall beside the door to your clubroom and was listening every bit of it.
a minute passed and you were still silent, unable to find the right words to answer your fellow member's question. he has always told you that he will wait for you until you're ready to love again.
"i'm scared." you meekly replied as you fully stopped whatever you were doing. they were even more curious about your vague answer, especially him. "why?" they asked once more.
you let out a deep sigh. "i like him really, i really do. it's just that, if i love again, am i still going to be the one who'll chase them in the end if i show them how much of a vulnerable person i am? am i still going to be the one who'll beg the other person to stay if they ever try to leave? am i still going to be the heartbroken one in the end all because of my sensitive emotions?"
they were silent for a while but you continue to spoke. "my ex(es) left me because i show too much of my emotions. they got so sick of me being 'annoying' all because i'm showing them how i love and care for them."
"and when he showed up the time that i told myself 'i am never going to love anymore', i crumbled when i realized that i'm catching feelings for a person again. when he shows me how much he loves me, i push him away because i'm so scared and damn i feel bad that i'm doing that but i couldn't help myself. it's been so long since i built high walls to anyone who shows interest in me only for him to break it all down because i let my feelings get the best of me."
you hid your face behind your hands as you try so hard not to cry. "the heavens above did not hear my wishes to never love anymore but here i am, completely in love with him."
"he told me that he'll wait for me, which i completely doubt because i've heard that fucking phrase so many times now—"
"but isn't he the type of person to wait for you?"
your friend cut you off, making you look up to their eyes staring at yours. "i- no, we, always see how sincere and genuine he is to you. that smile on his face whenever he sees you, that frown on his face whenever you push him away but he doesn't budge and still reaches out for you, that actions he always makes whenever he's with you, it's all obvious y/n. he's the type of person to wait for you even if it takes an eternity to do so as long as he's with you." they exaggerate a little, but it's true.
him, on the other hand, agreed to what your friend said. 'until you're ready, he will always wait for you because you're worth the wait.'
I'm gonna get obscure for the plotbunny game and choose Michinari Akagi
Uh, I already wrote for him as a side character in No Dating Allowed but of course, I'll whip up something for you.
"Akagi-Sensei, there's someone at the door for you."
"Thank you. I'm going to be back right away, so no funny business."
Michinari Akagi jogs over to the doors of the Gym, half expecting the Vice Principal to check in on him. Instead, he comes face to face with you, grinning.
"Hey!" He swallows nervously, "What are you doing here?"
"You forgot your lunch." You hold up a Bento Box. "Just wanted to make sure you don't go hungry."
"Oh, eh, sure, thank you." Michinari rubs the back of his head, blushing. "You look... You look good."
You smile, doing a little twirl. "I know, right? That shopping trip last Sunday was really worth it."
"Was that your wife?" One of his students asks five minutes later when the door is safely closed again.
"I-uh... Yeah." He stutters, grateful you're just roommates and not coworkers too. You'd never live him down that lie. But he can be manifesting, right?
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"What are you doing?" Michinari asks, a popsicle in each hand.
"Trying to melt into the Couch," you groan, head buried under a pillow."
"Is it working?"
"Not really. Do we have stronger painkillers at home? I need something to knock me out."
"You want me to call Kita? I'm sure he can tell you a story that puts you to sleep."
Your head appears, a pout visible on your lips. "I will not stand for any Kita slander in this house. Oh, is that popsicle for me?"
"Of course, like I'd dare to eat one without sharing." He hands you one before taking a seat on your outstretched legs. You snort and wiggle your toes under his butt.
"Comfortable?"
"Very."
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Your face is mushed against his bicep, your arms slung around his back. If he keeps his eyes closed, he can stretch out this moment.
"'chi?" You ask, waking him up half an hour later. When he blinks he notices that your eyes are closed as well. Are you feeling the same way?
"Yeah?"
"Do you wanna go on a date? Preferably in the evening, because I need a few more hours of sleep first."
"Ah," he jokes, heart beating in his throat, "I thought we already went on a date?"
"I thought I'm worth more than a 'cup noodles on the couch'-kind of date?" He can hear the pout in your voice, leans in until his lips brush against yours.
"You are. But don't deny that that's the best kind of date."
“Yakisoba… Croquette… Curry… Yakisoba…” you murmured under your breath, rummaging through the plastic bag full of chouripan your fellow second years requested for after you lost three rounds of Janken.
The twins definitely cheated, you insisted when you thought back to their knowing tells.
“Are those for the others?”
You fumbled with the bag in your arms, almost losing your grip from being startled, and slowly raised your head to meet the concerned expression on Kita's face.
“Oh… Kita-san,” you sighed in relief, “ya scared me.”
“Ya startle pretty easily,” Kita noted with downturned lips. “You tend to get absorbed in your tasks, but ya should pay attention to your surroundings more.”
You let out a nervous chuckle and readjusted your grip on the bag. “I’ll try to. Anyway, what’s up, Kita-san? It’s not like you to leave yer classroom for lunch.”
Kita glanced around. “I wanted to discuss something with you,” he soon replied.
“O…kay…?”
You shifted closer to the windows so that you didn't block the halls. A couple of your classmates waved at you from afar, and you returned the greetings before raising your brow at the captain.
Kita uncharacteristically hesitated as he opened his mouth, and he seemed…almost…apologetic?
“What…" You cleared your throat, "what is it?”
“[Surname], we need to clean the lockers.”
You blinked. That’s…it?
“[Surname]?”
“What's the issue with cleaning the lockers?”
“[Surname],” Kita shook his head in exasperation. “This is no simple matter. There’s been a very strange smell coming from one of the lockers. No one seems to have noticed except for me.”
You scrunched your nose at the phantom smell you imagined, “Ugh, gross.”
“It concerns me that no one else has mentioned the stench, so I thought it would be best to discuss this with ya.” Kita explained, "I would have cleaned it myself, but…that locker appears to be more of a hassle than I thought."
“We’ll hafta have a chat with the coaches,” you mentioned as you shifted the plastic bag in your arms.
“Let’s talk with them at the start of practice,” he suggested. “We’re always the first ones there.”
You hummed in agreement, giving a thumbs up while holding the bag of chouripan.
“Have a good rest of the day,” Kita raised his hand to bid you farewell.
“You too!” You smiled at him and then watched as he turned around to make his way back to his classroom.
If only everyone else can be like Kita-san, you internally groaned, dreading the mess ahead of you. I’ve never seen him look so…spooked like that.
With that thought, you turned on your heel and trudged over to the classroom where your fellow second years were waiting for their lunch.
"What took ya so long? We're hungry!” Osamu demanded as soon as you stepped foot into Atsumu and Ginjima’s homeroom.
“Patience, children, patience,” you clicked your tongue and pulled out the chouripan from the bag.
Osamu practically lunged for his croquette bread as you took a clever step back. Suna flinched from beside the ravenous beast before thanking you for his curry bread.
“Thanks, [Surname],” Ginjima burped out around a mouthful of yakisoba bread.
You grimaced at the food being sprayed and shifted away from Ginjima. “We still have plenty of time to eat. There's no need to scarf it down." You carefully opened the plastic for your melonpan.
“What do people say? You will get three mon when you wake up early?” Atsumu mused.
“Wow, are ya complimenting me?” you huffed, knowing full well that wasn’t the blonde’s intention.
“Huh?”
“You’re basically sayin’ that you only got to enjoy this delicious food because of me,” you quipped.
“Really?”
“Did you just say that to sound smart?” Suna rolled his eyes.
Atsumu only chomped down on his lunch and avoided eye contact with you and Suna.
Normally, you would have continued to tease your friend, but you chose to hold your tongue at that moment.
Kita-san’ll probably rip them a new one for making the lockers into a mess. Though you weren't sure they were the culprits of the smell, you had an inkling feeling that the cleanup was not going to be limited to that one locker.
After you and Kita explained the state of the locker rooms to Coach Kurosu and Coach Oomi, the two eagerly permitted you to use the coming practice as a time to clean the lockers. The assistant coach even mouthed you two a 'good luck' before turning to his paperwork with gusto you’ve never seen from him before.
“That was surprisingly easy,” you muttered as you and Kita left their office and walked to the gym.
“I believe Coach Kurosu has seen his fair share of grime,” he responded with a slight shrug.
“Probably,” you agreed as Kita pulled open the gym door and motioned for you to enter first.
“Yer late!” Atsumu pointed at the two of you with narrowed eyes. “Ya know the drill for—”
“Too bad for you; we’re in charge,” you interrupted, wanting to get this cleanup over and done with. Truthfully, you were afraid of rifling through their lockers and stumbling upon something gross.
Confused whispers broke out as soon as those words left your lips.
“Did we do something wrong?”
“Is Coach sick or somethin’?”
“But I saw him earlier today!”
“Does he want us to die!?”
The corner of your lip quirked up at that. You knew that you and Kita could make a frightening duo when dealing with the rowdy team; you could only hope that you could instill the fear of God in the boys to take the cleanup with the proper attention it deserved.
Kita glanced at you, prompting you to stride forward and face the team.
“Boys,” you started pointedly. “Yer gonna clean up the mess you created.”
To get them all to settle down, you purposefully omitted that you were going to help because they wouldn't take the cleaning seriously if they knew you were going to clean up their mess for them.
The noise died down into silence.
“Mess…?” Akagi echoed in uncertainty.
“But we always clean up after ourselves,” Oomimi piped in.
“Clearly, your 'clean up' is not enough,” Kita finally cut in with an edge to his voice.
Everyone waited for the captain to say more, but he simply stared them down, silently willing them to subjugation.
Aran shifted his weight to his right foot and wrung his hands together. “So…what are we cleanin’?”
You and Kita exchanged a knowing glance with one another before focusing back on the team.
“The lockers.”
“...”
“Oh, shit.”
“Don’tcha think Kita-san’d love to be reborn as a Roomba?” Atsumu whispered to you, monitoring the captain swiftly take out the junk from the lockers and put them in the trash pile.
You shot him an unimpressed frown in return. “And you’d love to be reborn as trash, wouldn’t ya? Just…take a look at the mess you’ve made!”
“Oh, c’mon! It’s not that bad!”
You did not deign to respond to your childhood friend and crouched down beside Kita to help. The locker was practically a garbage bin, cluttered with loose and crumpled papers, barely readable receipts, unfolded plastic bags, and wrappers of all sorts.
“Which one's the recycling bag?” you asked.
“This one here,” Kita pulled the large bag from behind him and handed it over to you. “Put on your gloves and mask.”
You reached for the one-time-use rubber gloves and gingerly slipped them on. They were a little too big on you, but they would work to protect you from the deep cleaning you were about to perform. Then, you carefully put on the surgical mask and immediately got to work.
After a few moments of surgically sorting through the trash and tossing the recyclables inside the bag, you noticed the team just crowding around the doorway.
“Whatcha doin’ just standin' there?” you ground out in ire, Kansai-ben coming out thick. “Get. Cleanin’.”
“Yes, ma’am!”
You studied the team as they scrambled to put on their gloves and masks.
When Oomimi and Akagi opened their lockers and started clearing away trash that accumulated over the past few months (…dare I think since the last cleanin', you sighed), Suna and Ginjima followed suit.
Aran offered to take your place, knowing that you wanted to survey the team and make sure they were cleaning properly, so you thanked him under your breath and beelined straight to the twins.
“Yer comin’ with me,” you grasped their arms in an iron grip and dragged the two behind you.
Unlike the others, you chose to open the empty lockers. The team didn't have permission to use them, but you had a feeling your boys didn't care about whether they had permission or not. And to prove that the empty lockers weren't actually empty, you peered into the locker, then robotically turned your head to the twins.
“Which…idiot…made slime and put it in here? Which one of you did it?”
The twins were quick to put the blame on the other.
“‘Tsumu.” “‘Samu.”
The rest of the team gathered around upon hearing the ruckus.
“Yer brotherly love is truly movin’ me to tears,” Aran deadpanned.
“‘Fess up,” you scowled.
Your best friends flinched, and only then did Osamu raise his hands in defeat. “Fine, fine. I’m the one who used that locker, but…I didn’t make slime! I only put the snacks we got from New Year’s.”
“So the snacks amalgamated into slime,” you concluded doubtfully. What kinda snacks morph into slime of all things?
“Well…there was cafeteria bread, milk, mochi, and other snacks!”
“No wonder it became slime,” Kita sighed, then turned to open the adjacent locker, leaving you to deal with the twins.
“Well?” You arched a brow and crossed your arms over your chest.
“I-I’m sorry,” Osamu bowed his head.
“I’m not looking for an apology here, Osamu.”
“Right…” he readjusted his mask and gloves, then started to peel off the slime from the locker.
“Atsumu.”
“I didn’t do anythin’!” The blonde twin cried defensively.
You ignored his comment, already tired from the cleaning you had done. “Go get some wet rags,” you paused as you eyed the locker room. “Actually, fill a bucket with water and grab the pile of rags on the shelf. They're the smaller ones in white—remember not to grab the maroon ones. Those towels are the ones you guys use.”
“Yes, ma’am!” He saluted before scurrying out of the locker room.
You watched Osamu miserably peel bits and pieces of the sticky slime off the bottom of the locker. These bits, however, clung to his gloves for dear life. He had to rub his gloves against the inside of the bag to get most of it off.
These gloves won’t last, you determined, feeling a bit nauseous from witnessing him handle the sticky yet clumpy slime.
Just as you were about to turn and get him a new pair of gloves, you caught sight of Osamu reeling back and nearly falling on his rear.
“What happened?” You rushed over in alarm, nausea forgotten in place of concern, “What is it?”
Osamu wordlessly pointed at the bottom of the locker, turning a little green in the face. Your eyes swivelled over to the area he was pointing at, and a harsh gasp escaped your lips.
To your absolute horror, beneath the slime lay a small pool of yellowish-brown liquid.
“Oh God…”
“Is that…garbage juice?”
“It looks like shit water.”
“For fuck’s sake, shut up, Gin.”
You nearly bumped into Kita when you took a step back.
“Careful,” he murmured before stopping a couple feet away from the unknown liquid.
“K-Kita-san?” Osamu jerked his head up in surprise.
The third year only scrutinized the puddle for a few seconds longer, then finally nodded once and turned to you. “I’ll take care of this, but we’re gonna have to wait until Atsumu comes back. I’ll wipe it down with a couple of rags, then throw them out since we don’t know what this liquid is. It shouldn’t be hazardous, but it’s better to just trash it.”
A stunned silence followed until you broke it.
“Kita-san…”
“Our hero!”
“You’re so brave…and kind, Shinsuke!”
“Hurray for Kita-san!”
Osamu gawked up at his captain with suspiciously glassy eyes, “Kita-san, a-are you sure…?”
“It’s fine,” Kita brushed off everyone’s praise. “But this won’t be happening again.”
“Yes, of course!” Osamu bobbed his head enthusiastically.
“Go clean out the other lockers. We still have a lot to do.”
Everyone immediately scampered away from the locker and resumed their cleaning, touched by Kita’s sacrifice and wanting to lessen his workload.
And so, when Atsumu finally re-emerged with a bucket in one fist and rags hooked under his arm, no one bothered to explain what had transpired in his absence. Even when he’d cried out, “What the fuck is that?” no one bothered to explain. Kita merely sauntered up to him, took a few rags, and let them soak up the liquid without a single word.
Thankfully, all of the lockers following the slime and liquid-filled one were rather simple and easy to clean—pulling out wrappers, forgotten t-shirts, papers, and other harmless miscellaneous items.
You peeked into the next locker and, to your pleasant surprise, saw some familiar trinkets inside.
“Who put losing tickets, sweets, and knick-knacks in here?” Kita frowned.
“Oh, that’s us,” Atsumu freely offered as the other second years gathered closer to take a look at the things Kita had pulled out and dumped into a pile.
“Man, I remember ya got these back in April,” Ginjima crowed in laughter.
“Not by choice!” Atsumu protested.
“It's cuz you lost Janken,” Osamu reminisced, undoubtedly fondly recalling his twin’s frustration at having lost the game.
You gingerly pulled out the knick-knacks and organized them into a separate pile, knowing that the boys would likely sift through them and fight over who would take them home after the deep cleaning.
Suna watched from above, “So why are there three of the same keychain?”
“Ah, Osamu bought a bunch that time ‘cause he didn’t get the one he wanted, 'member? He left the ones he didn’t want.” Ginjima replied, scratching the back of his ear.
“From the gachapon?”
“Yeah? I think so.”
“How nostalgic,” Suna chuckled.
“Yeah, I’m startin’ to remember that day,” Ginjima agreed with a goofy grin.
“Yeah…” Osamu smiled.
“Aw, now we can’t throw ‘em out! They’re our memories, Kita-san,” Atsumu attempted to appeal as he hovered over the crouched captain.
“I see,” Kita nodded once before indiscriminately reaching for the pile of trash beside him, “so it's trash then.”
“Are ya sayin’ our memories are trash!?”
“Think of our banner,” Kita stated frankly. “‘We don’t need memories’.”
“That’s not what it means!” Osamu denied.
“It means you should always try new things—not throw away yer memories!” Atsumu elaborated.
“Now, now,” you pacified your fellow second years by gesturing to the trinkets next to you, “I put the keychains in another pile, so ya can take ‘em home after a thorough wash.”
Suna immediately bent down to the pile of keychains you had set aside and rifled through them. He pulled one out of the pile and dangled it over your line of sight. “I’m gonna take this one.”
“By all means,” you shrugged. “Oh, but clean it before you take it home with ya.”
“Yes, mom.”
“No fair!” Atsumu dropped into a crouch beside you. “Ya got a head start, Suna!”
“Sucks to be you,” the middle blocker stuck his tongue out.
The blonde retaliated before examining the keychains as well. “Hey, I have an idea!”
“What?” you sighed. Outside of volleyball, Atsumu’s ideas were hardly ever good.
“Let’s have matching keychains!” Atsumu plucked the three same keychains off the pile and held them out to you and Suna.
“Why me? Why not your twin?” The latter questioned but accepted it nonetheless.
“I don’t wanna share with ‘Samu. It’s bad enough that I hafta share a birthday with him!”
“And a face,” Ginjima piped in as he and Osamu joined the others.
Atsumu harrumphed and turned to you and Suna with an arched brow, “Well?”
“Sure, I guess,” you took the keychain he offered. It was rather cute: a sleeping chibi nine-tailed fox. Oh, well, ‘Samu’s loss.
“...What are these textbooks?” Kita frowned for the nth time.
Atsumu crossed his arms over his chest and belted out in laughter. “Which idiot left their textbook and forgot about it!?”
The captain flipped open the cover and read out the messily-scrawled name, “This one says Miya Atsumu.”
“Study properly!” Osamu rebuked his twin, whose eye twitched in chagrin.
Kita put Atsumu’s textbook down on the bench and grabbed the other one. “And this one says Miya Osamu.”
You wanted to strangle the twins.
The number of times they had begged you to borrow your textbook the night before a test had caused you greater grief than they could ever understand.
“You guys left it for so long that you forgot it was yours,” Aran shook his head in disappointment.
No one was surprised, though.
You stood in front of the last locker and pursed your lips. Turning to Kita, you asked, “Is this the one?”
He nodded gravely in response.
“The one?” Aran echoed in confusion.
You ignored the questioning gazes from the team and took one stride back. How did they not smell it? It stank of dirty socks, rotten food, and an unidentifiable odour.
Suna braved a step forward, and a look of understanding flashed across his face.
“Oh, you mean this one.”
“Which one?” Ginjima inquired.
The middle blocker scooted away from the locker in question before shoving his hands into the pockets of his jersey jacket.
“The trash one.”
“The trash one?” you echoed in disbelief, sharing a horrified look with the captain.
“Uh,” Suna backtracked, seeming to realize that he had given the team away. “What I meant was—”
“I’m scared,” you admitted, not wanting to hear your friend’s excuses. You were tired, physically and mentally; you did not have the patience to tolerate the usual tomfoolery.
“Scared? Why?” Oomimi tilted his head to the side in evident confusion.
“Listen, the slime locker didn’t even smell this bad.”
Akagi shook his head vehemently, “I swear we don’t put food in this one! …That I know of.”
At the libero’s words, everyone turned to Osamu in sync.
He fervently waved his hands around to deny the silent accusations, “I-I didn’t! I only put ‘em in my locker and that other one!”
Usually, you took Osamu’s words at face value. He was usually more honest than his twin, so you didn’t have a reason to not believe him.
However, the horrific visual of the slime locker had an iron-clad hold on your mind’s eye. You had known that the twins weren’t the most organized of the bunch, but Osamu had gone beyond your admittedly low expectations.
That was all to say, you didn’t know if you could hold him to his words.
Taking a deep breath and holding it, you peered into the last locker.
To your surprise, nothing suspicious was in the lockers. It seemed like someone or perhaps most of the team had chucked their sweaty t-shirts, socks, and other belongings into the locker. It surprised you that clothes of all things could smell like rotten food.
Are high school boys gross enough to stink of mouldy food? you wondered, nose scrunching in both confusion and disgust. Should I throw these out or put them in the laundry?
Just then, out of the corner of your peripherals, you saw it.
Shrieking, you used all your strength to kick yourself away from the locker and scrambled onto the bench nearby.
“W-what! What is it!?”
“[Surname]!?”
You ignored the surprised calls of your team and stared Kita down.
“Kita-san.”
“Yes?” he blinked up at you.
“I think the coaches would understand if we burned the place down to the ground.”
“[Surname],” he sighed. “Arson is never the answer.”
“What is it, though?” Ginjima boldly poked his head into the locker. He seemed to scan it for a few moments until he, too, tensed.
Ginjima was the first of the team to join you up on the bench. You suspected that the others would soon join you after discovering the horror you two had seen.
“Oh God…” he groaned, face taking on a slightly green hue as he covered his eyes with his arms.
The rest of the team exchanged fearful looks with one another, likely wondering what got both their responsible manager and boisterous second year practically flying away from the suspicious locker.
Akagi bravely stepped in front of the herd and carefully examined the locker.
Then, he saw.
“Goki!” he yelped, throwing himself back and clambered to join you and Ginjima on your perch.
Everyone, except for Kita, all joined the libero and watched in bug-eyed terror as the biggest roach they had ever seen crawled out of the locker and make itself known to everyone and everything in the room.
“Shinsuke, save yerself!” Aran frantically cried as he backed up against the wall far away from the locker.
“I-it’s huge!” Oomimi burst out uncharacteristically.
Suna shuddered and scooted further down on the bench, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen one that big.”
“It certainly is big,” Kita agreed in an even tone. He didn't even appear disgusted or afraid. He merely studied it like a scientist peering into a microscope with a detached sort of curiosity.
“[Surname] is right,” Akagi said. “We should just burn this place. Just look at—”
“No, that will not be necessary,” Kita cut in with a decisive shake of his head. “I have thought of a solution. Osamu, do ya plan to use this textbook?”
Kita-san, you stared at the captain in awe and admiration. You are such a great man! If only the others were like ya!
Oblivious to the awe he had inspired in all of them, Kita rolled the paper textbook in his hand after Osamu urged him to hurry with the murder.
Taking a few slow and soft gaits forward, Kita carefully poised himself a foot away from the monster, following its path with an intent gaze. His back coiled like a leopard about to charge at its prey, then he slammed the textbook down with a resonant thwack!
You held your breath in anticipation as you regarded the textbook. For a brief second, your shoulders relaxed, assuming that you were no longer in imminent danger. It made its appearance, however, by crawling out from under the sheets to face the bench where you and the team (minus Aran, who was hiding behind the doorway) were all on.
You swore it appeared like it was readying itself to charge forward. Please don't be the type to fly, you clasped your hands against your mask.
To your dismay, its half-broken wings spread in preparation for flight.
Oh no…it’s all over, you thought miserably. Flying cockroaches were incredibly difficult to dispose of. A failure to one-shot kill the pesky thing often led to a wild goose chase with an angry roach buzzing around the room. It’s like they need to assert their dominance as the stronger species.
Kita swiftly chased away your dark thoughts as he moved with lightning speed. He seized a rogue slipper off the floor and shoved his gloved hand through it.
Finally, he ruthlessly slammed the slipper down, squishing the roach and twisting it until a disgustingly familiar crunch echoed throughout the room, signalling to all of you that Kita had successfully slain the beast.
The captain gave the slipper another twist before flipping it over to examine the damage he had done.
“It’s done,” he announced.
All was still.
“Kita-san, you’re truly amazin’!” you gushed, jumping down from the bench and offering the captain a garbage bag to trash the murder weapon.
The rest of the team immediately broke out into triumphant cheers.
“Hail, Shinsuke!”
“Our hero!”
“You’re the star of the day, Kita-san! So brave! So—” Ginjima broke off, voice cracking with emotion.
“It was nothing,” Kita intervened as he trashed both the slipper and the one-time rubber glove into the bag before snatching a rag from another bench.
After you handed the captain a new glove, you carefully lifted Osamu’s textbook off the floor and hastily tossed it into the recycling bag. You recognized it as a first year workbook, so you deemed that Osamu wouldn’t want it back, especially after all it had gone through.
Kita wiped the floor with the rag before addressing the team, “Settle down, now. Resume with the cleanin’, please.”
No one complained as they held out their arms for the various articles of clothing you fished out of the trash locker. They all stank, and you feared that you'd lose your sense of smell as your nose seemed to no longer recognize the stench wafting from the locker.
Maybe everyone’s noses are broken, you considered, realization dawning on you as to why they had not been able to notice the smell. The use of the locker and the exposure to the stench must have ruined their noses forever.
With most of the clothes cleared, your eyes zeroed in on a brown paper bag sitting at the bottom of the locker.
You took hold of its handles and carefully lifted it, double-checking to make sure there wasn’t any garbage juice at the bottom of this locker. You squinted as you brought it out of its dark dwelling. Under the bright lights, you could clearly see the label plastered on the middle of the paper bag.
“McDonald’s,” you deadpanned before sucking in a deep breath and slowly turning to the twin who’d been giving you the most grief in this cleanup session. You could even reasonably pin the blame on him for the roach as well.
“I…” Osamu trailed off, seemingly at a loss for words. He, too, likely came to the same conclusion as you and knew he had no grounds to defend himself.
“Osamu.”
“Y-yes?”
“Didja do it?”
“…”
You didn’t back down and continued to glare up at the prime suspect of the crime in question.
“I…am very sorry.”
Extra: Osamu’s Rotten Luck
If you had to pick which of the twins gave you more grief, you’d choose Atsumu without a doubt. He could be a downright intolerable git at times: loud, rude, impulsive, and stubborn.
Osamu, on the other hand, tended to be more mellow and lowkey than his twin. That was to say, even though he tended to be less of a hassle, he, too, could be a downright intolerable git as well.
You watched with Ginjima and Suna flanking your sides as said twin hovered over the gachapon with laser-focused eyes. Atsumu was by his side, half-absorbed in the process and half-amused by Osamu’s failure to get the keychain he wanted.
“Dammit!” the grey-haired twin yelled after cracking open another capsule.
Atsumu chortled and snatched the keychain from his twin’s hands. “Wouldja look at that! It’s the same one!”
You glanced down at the numerous keychains Osamu had wasted his money on in one of your plastic bags.
“At this point, I think ‘Samu mighta got most of the keychains this machine's got to offer,” you grumbled.
“Except for the one he wants,” Suna added with a snicker.
Ginjima ran a hand through his hair. “He might drain his money before that happens.”
You all fell silent, simply observing Osamu’s nth attempt at getting his desired keychain. He aggressively shoved in another 100 yen to the gachapon, cranked the handle, and waited as the machine dispensed a capsule out for him to take.
Osamu glared down at it before grabbing the capsule and twisting it open.
Atsumu burst out into another round of laughter, alerting you to yet another failure from Osamu.
“Should we stop him?” Ginjima queried with furrowed brows.
“What do you think?” Suna asked you instead, an amused twinkle in his eye as he continued to record the downfall of Osamu's wallet.
“...Let’s just leave him to it,” you decided. “I ain’t getting involved in that. He’ll learn his lesson.”
