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𝟯𝟲 || ( 𝘆/𝗻 ) 𝗿𝗼𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗮 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲

In the large city of Tokyo, a large restaurant rested on one of the streets under the setting sun. Inside it was usually calm... but, today was an exception as there were several large tables pressed together in order to fit over 10 athletes who were hungry asf.

"HUH?! Say it again, you moronic son of a bitch!" You grumble, slamming your elbow on the table to point at the blue-haired boy that sat across from you.

"I SAID... you better name your's and Akaashi's child after me." He smirks when your face explodes a bright pink.

"Get over here, you little shit." You spit, rolling up the sleeves of the hoodie you wore.

"Are they always like this?" Kita leans to ask Akira as him along with the rest of the volleyball team watch your interaction with worried eyes. Akira just chuckles and nods his head as you reach over the table, gripping Aomine's neck.

"Oi! Ow! He- Ow!" Aomine chokes out as the volleyball boys feel their eyes widen, wanting to intervene but now knowing how to.

"Why aren't ya guys doin' anything?" Atsumu asks Akira who was calmly drinking from a glass of water.

"He'll be fine." Akira sighs, waving his hand around as if dismissing the commotion. Midorima - who sat on the other side to him - hums, agreeing with him.

"Tetsu! Help!" Aomine wheezes as Kise tries to stop you with nervous words. Kuroko just turns his head away from him, ignoring him.

"Okay, you two. That's enough." Your dad sighs, raising his fists to bonk you both on the head.