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"tsumu"

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"tsumu"

she looked behind at her mom, who just shrugged before mouthing 'i'll be downstairs if you need me'

atsumu gave her a small smile, closing the door behind him.

she sighed as she sat up in bed, taking off the airpods.

"why'd you come here?"

"to see you dumbass"

"don't you have practice?"

"it's sunday"

"it is?"

"i heard you were going through bit of a.. slump", he looked around her room, "that seems like an understatement"

"who the hell even called you?", she asked, going back to watching what she was watching

"tsucchan did", he peeked into her laptop, sitting down behind her. it seemed like a boys high school volleyball match of some kind.

"that's oikawa tooru in high school", she pointed to a boy in a white and teal jersey, "his last high school match, actually"

"how'd you even get this recording?", he asked, and he felt kinda jealous cause HE WAS A BETTER SETTER THAN OIKAWA TOORU IN HIGH SCHOOL SO WHY IS HIS GF SO OBSESSED W HIM

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"how'd you even get this recording?", he asked, and he felt kinda jealous cause HE WAS A BETTER SETTER THAN OIKAWA TOORU IN HIGH SCHOOL SO WHY IS HIS GF SO OBSESSED W HIM.

"kanoka senpai had a few recordings of prefectural matches. so she gave them to me to watch"

"nice", he said tastelessly, fiddling with her hair, "come out with me"

"you know, i also saw this, like really cute picture of you in high school", she ignored his request, switching tabs to show him what she'd found.

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