Thinking about how Iwaizumi and Oikawa are entering the gym only to find Mattsun and Makki huddled in a corner. Conspiring.
βWhat are you two up to now?β, Iwaizumi asks and casually kicks Makkiβs foot.
His friend taps the end of his pencil against his lips in thought and replies, without looking up, βMaking a list.β
Mattsun, ever so helpful, explains, βWeβre weighing the pros and cons of him finally asking out y/n.β
Oikawa grinned and squatted down to see the paper. Clearing his throat he began to read: βPro - thinks Iβm funny, Con - also thinks Issei is funny. Pro - soft like aβ¦ like a walking body pillow - really?β
Oikawa sighed and continued, βCon - likes the same pudding flavor I do - how is that a con?β
βBecause Iβd feel obligated to give her my pudding.β Makki said it as if that should have been obvious.
Iwaizumi groaned in annoyance.
βPro - actual physical manifestation of my dream girl.β
βYouβd think that would be top of the list.β, Iwaizumi grumbled and kicked Makkiβs foot again, harder this time.
βCon - too good for me. Hey, come on, Makki-chan. I mean, youβre right, but that shouldnβt discourage you.β, Oikawa said genuinely, which earned him a sad glare from the boys on the floor.
βPro - small hands.β, he paused in confusion, βWhat?β
Makki leaned back against the wall of the gym and shrugged, βHer hands are much smaller than mine. Puts things into β¦ perspective.β
Oikawa and Iwaizumi frowned, Mattsun nodded sagely.