𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐲 || 𝐭. 𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚

⤷𝟚𝟠: 𝕦𝕣/𝕖

"fuck you."

kageyama smiled coldly. "you'd think that after all this time, your insult game would've gotten better."

"i hate you."

he narrowed his eyes. "then why are you here?"

you scoffed. "you know damn well why i'm here—or are you that stupid?"

"you're a bitch."

"mhm," you yawned. "and can i suggest that you're the one that needs to expand your vocabulary? it's sad how dense you are."

"shut the fuck up."

you scoffed again. "why don't you do your work and contribute instead of acting like a five-year old?"

honestly, were you surprised that tobio kageyama actually showed up on time for the first day you planned?

yes. yes you were.

because as reluctant as you pair of you were about the whole matter...you both had the same end goal.

and that end goal consisted of an extra credit, less courses, and the fact that you'd never have to see each other again after this.

however, the plan is going not as smoothly as you hoped.

for it's only been twenty minutes, and all you and kageyama have done so far was glare back and forth while insulting each other.

"why the fuck aren't you contributing then?" kageyama snapped.

you narrowed your eyes.

why is it actually goddamn impossible to work with kageyama?

oh wait, it's because the two of you hate each other's guts :)

but to pass this project, it seems like you'd have to swallow down your hatred.

for two hours, at least.

you sighed as you softened your glare by a fraction.

( the smallest fraction. )

"if we're going to do this, then we're going to have to stop tearing each other's throats out every time we talk," you tried to speak calmly.

"maybe if you weren't such a bitc—,"

"shut up," you cut him off. "just put down your big ass ego for two hours so we can get some work done. two hours, that's it."

kageyama kept his cold gaze on you for what seemed like years, before he sighed.

"fine. two hours."

✰

"and that's the plan."

"no shit. what else could it be?"

you directed your glare back onto kageyama. "oh shut up."

kageyama's lips twitched for a millisecond (not that you'd look at his lips— ) before he composed himself.

"do your damn work," he rolled his eyes at you.

"i should say the same to you."

after a single one hour, you and kageyama had planned out the rough plan of your project.

the pair of you have chosen to create a news article, a pamphlet, and a powerpoint about the harms of a sports injury—a combination of sports media and health sciences.