𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐲 || 𝐭. 𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚

⤷𝟛𝟘: 𝕒𝕟 𝕦𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕧𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕠𝕣

"i heard you joined a cult?"

you gave a small laugh.

"how did you of all people hear about it?"

shirabu grinned. "your friends were bitching about it in our volleyball groupchat."

"there's a volleyball groupchat?"

"there's always a volleyball groupchat."

you yawned, not surprised. "how intriguing. now then. i must go acquire my daily strawberry milk and find nari since i am going to need my study buddy for this stupid midterm project."

shirabu's smile dropped slightly at your words. "why did you have to mention the damn project?"

ah yes, the root of all our depression.

actually, the partner project probably causes even more depression, to be honest.

giving a small chuckle, you walked along with shirabu.

"sorry," you nudged him. "i'll see you in class on monday?"

shirabu sighed. "see ya. oh and say hi to terushima for me."

you blinked. "you know terushima?"

the copper-haired boy nodded. "very unfortunately so."

"i'm telling him you said that."

shirabu stuck out his tongue at you.

"don't tell him about your cult."

you rolled your eyes in amusement at his words.

"leave me and my cult alone, bro."

✰

"you're kidding."

"i really am not."

"believe it or not, the fact is that he said that."

"he did not."

"did too."

the boy (playboy) pouted. "shirabu would never say that."

it's weird how it's become routine for this.

the daily visit to the convenience store, the daily strawberry milk, the daily small talk with terushima.

it felt impossible that, despite everything going on, you still had a routine.

taking your strawberry milk, you gave terushima a challenging look. "ask him yourself then."

the blonde-haired boy raised a brow. "actually, he texted me a few minutes before you arrived."

this comment got your attention.

"what?"

terushima grinned.

"shirabu warned me about your cult."

✰

midterms were, undoubtedly, one of the worst weeks of your life.

not even high school midterms were this bad.

"i'm going to kill someone. and that someone is whoever the hell invented the concept of midterms."