#“Why was the crown added; though?” ...I'll just say this: THE COACH. But that's a whole mess to discuss (?

[quincyhorst]

Frist off as to give some context, an Ina11 artist I really like drew something with RedoMata long ago, and leaving aside how beautiful the piece is (Please check it out), something clicked to me.

...Sometimes, I think its easy for me to forget how oddly enough, Red Matador has a HUGE tie-in with nobility/the spanish royalty when it comes to motifs. Like, even to the point it has the literal crown on its emblem; a huge difference when comparing it to more "royal" ones like Knights of Queen (Who have a sword) and Rose Griffon (Also swords). Huh.

And also talking about Champ 2010, the special IE3 Ogre team, the team gets a slight upgrade, with its upper half being reminiscent of the typical castle towers.

Though being sincere, I genuinely cannot think of a proper connection with this team and the spanish crown outside of this little easter egg. Even when removing my own headcanons of their backgrounds, I genuinely cannot see none of them being related to the higher classes. They all look like normal country/city boys to me 😭

...Well, there is one, kind of. Querardo (DUH). He has always given this aura of being some sort of ruler, something that both canon and fanon(*) do agree with. Plus, he does seem to have some sort of... Nobility? Not sure how to express it. But I could picture him sleeping on a fancy ass mansion's bed like on the fanart shared before (?

(Also, lions are the most associated animal with kings and royalty.)

Still, I'm not fully sure. I really prefer what the spanish profile proposed of him being raised in a bull farm, making him also be a country boy. Afaik, there are no bull farms owned or with ties to the royals, aren't they...? I know that the current spanish king has went to spectate some bullfights, but I'm yet to know the full picture.

Maybe there's a way to tie both ideas in, maybe there's not. I'll keep this wordvomit here just in case. Personally, in my own story.... I'd rather keep the spanish royals ten miles away from having any actual relevance.

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(With fanon, I refer to this fic in which Querardo is adressed as a king jokingly by Joan and other characters, even with him getting nicknamed Rey Querardo / King Querardo).

[kozutenshi]

"cheers!"

kenma smiled as he took the wine glass, taking in a small amount of the bittersweet red liquid that warmed his throat. looking sideways, he saw you, your smile as big as the other guests but brighter.

"is there something on my face, kozume?"

"yeah."

"wait what? where?"

"happiness. everywhere."

you rolled your eyes but you can't help but warm up on his claim. "you sound like you're in a trance." he only shrugged at your mocking statement and sipped again, only to shift uncomfortably when he realized how much people are in the venue, the music fading.

he felt a warm hand clasp his tenderly, drawing therapeutic circles on its back, and as the song slowly started seeping back to his ears, his eyes meeting yours.

"dance?"

SAGUT KEN PARABUR

— a wedding tradition where the newlyweds dance as the guests pin money on their clothes. then, the couple goes around each table with one plate or container in hand to collect money.

— gift giving is a different part from this tradition.

— envelopes has more money than the direct cluster of money usually so the envelopes are mostly what is hoped for by couples.

— this tradition symbolizes the guests' well wishes and prosperity for the couple for many years, somehow telling them to use what they gave as a foundation for their life.

— in our family, we do the dance and the plate thing in two different parts of the program: one for the tables upfront, one for the ones at the back. the tables upfront are usually the family and the closest branches + closest friends, while the ones at the back are mostly neighbors, far relatives, and the nakikikain (people who just went to the ceremony to eat).

— the closest friends/relatives of each side will count the money with the couple at the end of the ceremony.

your legs felt like lead but the shake of kenma's hands made his nerves known more. as you slowly swayed to the waltz, friends and relatives started to rummage through their bags, earning a sigh from kenma.

"why did we have to do this anyway? we have enough."

"don't say that. it's their own way of wishing us well materialistically."

"but.. it's uncomfortable.."

footsteps approached and lev towered in front of you with two envelopes in his hand. your blood ran cold as he took out the pins, making kenma chuckle. "lev, I think, since you know, you're tall.. and towering.. maybe you should find someone smaller?" your voice made him nervously chuckle, also knowing himself that he might accidentally stab you.

"i'll do it!" kuroo's bed head comes to view. "you're still tall-" pushing and cutting off lev, kuroo stood beside kenma. "so how many kids do you want?" kenma reflexively kicked him, making all the guests laugh at kuroo's panicked expression.

once calmed down, he carefully pinned lev's and his envelopes on the two of you, a fond smile on his face. "you two grow up so fast."

"but you're just a year older than them, kuroo-senpai."

"shut up lev."

the two of you laughed at the two as they walked back to their table. kenma drew you closer, reminiscing that one time kuroo said the same thing and got hit by yaku for getting too sentimental for someone a year older.

"what's on your mind?" he looked at you for a moment before answering. "just thinking of how fast time really flies." he looked at yaku and his other teammates drawing closer to both of you, each having their own envelopes to attach, fukunaga being the only one different having two sashes of paper bills attached together; one for you and one for him. he detached himself from you for a bit, signalling you to be aware of his highschool friends.

"you really.. got them.." teary-eyed, yamamoto pinned his envelopes, almost stabbing his own finger as kenma rolled his eyes at him. yaku wished the two of you well animatedly along with hinata. kissing your cheek, hinata also wished you well, making kenma swat his hand on his friend's shoulder. "sorry! it was a dare! 500¥ was at stake!" before placing paper bill crowns on the top of your heads.

the two of you looked at kuroo who tried to hide behind yaku and sighed.

you were glad to see them behaving normally even though the ceremony can be described as formal. and though their energy might seem unnecessary, the familiar warmth made kenma ease into a more carefree feeling.

you watched him slowly become more comfortable and you only smiled warmly at him, making him wonder what you were thinking but not questioning it.

the other guests went by on a blur, a good cluster of volleyball players, college friends, and company workers. then, with your parents, the two of you went to each table, nishinoya huffing proudly as he drops three envelopes and deflating when bokuto drops his own five. kenma narrowed his eyes at the collection, thinking of how much taxes did the ace forget to pay just to give the amount.

"if you're wondering if he ran from his taxes, he didn't. well, at least not intentionally. we paid for it." akaashi nodded at the two of you as he drops six envelopes, making everyone on the table stare at him with mouths open.

"akaashi where did you get that?"

"akaashi-san please tell me how much is at the envelope!"

"akaashi, I didn't know you were that rich!"

the said guy only sighed, congratulated the two of you and tapped kenma by the shoulder while he smiled respectfully at you, urging you to move out of the chaos of his table.

once again it reminded you of when akaashi helped the two of you tell the truth to the others, that you and kenma had started dating that Christmas night, the bustle of the crowd long forgotten as you kissed in a park bench secluded from people. hiding from the public wasn't really necessary now that you think of it, as the people still spotted the two of you, but the memory was something you held close to your heart.

soon after, everything was settled and the two of you were back at your own table. the envelopes and money collected are stacked on each of your side, and the best man, kuroo, stood at the podium for his closing words.

"you know, I feel like a father standing here." both of your parents laughed at his statement, along with the former nekoma volleyball team and coach nekomata.

"as someone who watched them get together, I can't believe kenma really landed himself with them. it's not that he doesn't deserve them. he was just.. not that outgoing, if you get what I mean." his eyes looked at the two of you happily, his eyes glowing under the light proudly. "but, I'm glad that it's the two of them that ended up together."

"through all the trouble you caused me back in high school, how the two of you always had alibis when kenma is late for practice, how y/n hides him from me for fun, and how they bully me just because I'm an old man, I'm grateful to see the two of you still happy even until today."

kuroo remembered your gleeful expression when you had told him you're moving in with kenma. boxes in tow, he assisted you and his childhood friend voluntarily, welcoming a new part of your life.

kuroo remembered how you tackled kenma chanting "yes" loudly when he decided to give you a ring to finally call you his fiance.

and now, another memory to remember is added.

raising his glass, he smiled charmingly at everyone. "thank you so much for attending the wedding. may you all rest well after this beautiful evening."

like a hungry cat, kuroo smiled at the money on the table as the guests emptied the venue like the cheshire cat in Alice in Wonderland. yaku held kuroo back as both pairs of parents said goodbye with suggestive smiles. hinata joyfully started counting the money on your side while kuroo was still struggling on getting away from yaku, a handful of bills on his hand.

a beautiful evening indeed.

FARERS: @akasuns @doodleniella @kenmakodzu @lyzzklm @mfcassandra @oikaw-ugh @seijohlogy @thesecondapplepienation (merry christmas to all of u)

[angrymongol01-archived]

A/N: Am reposting two of my shelved discontinued fem!Hinata fics from my old blog here (for exposure ig? Also I didn't delete them completely there, they're just posted privately lol); for those who've read the original post before and wondering why this blog repost another blog's work, supplies~!! OP here, filling this blog with some Haikyuu content from last October. Enjoy ^^;; ALSO DO NOT SEND HATE ORZ smh

My Masterlist

Prologue | 01 | Omake 01

01 - The Restroom is Indeed a Scary Place

wc: 2.5k words

warning: slightly suggestive (thigh touching), some kidnapping ig?, but nothing else aside from the other warnings above; and a crying Hinata also btw

also inspired by this cute doujinshi

*NOTE: since purple/violet is unavailable via PC (using desktop beta lol), I'll use yellow for Ushijima instead.

Hinata Shouyou just came out of the girls’ restroom, singing her bathroom song (but discreetly lol) and turned left, when she bumped into something hard, face first.

“Ah, s-sumimase—��

“Are you okay?” a low and deep manly voice spoke to her, while large hands still gripped her shoulders after saving Karasuno’s Number 10 from tumbling backwards.

Brown eyes looked up to meet olive ones, as she faced Ushijima Wakatoshi, Shiratorizawa Academy’s Captain and Ace.

Ushiwaka. Japan.

“U-ushijima…-san,” Hinata gasped.

“Hinata Shouyou,” he replied, his face stoic as ever while staring at her face.

Which made the female decoy flustered.

Realizing the narrow space between them.

Also hands pulled off from touching gripping Ushiwaka’s chest shirt for support earlier.

Prompting him to release his grip on the chibi’s shoulders.

“I-i-i’m sorry!” Hinata stammered, apologizing at Ushijima and bowing multiple times. “I… I didn’t mean to—“

Staring at the girl, he was amused at how panicky one half of Karasuno’s freak quick combo is right now.

Which is cute.

And he fought the urge to pinch out her round cheeks right this moment.

The olive-haired guy slightly nodded in her direction.

“I’m also sorry—” he said laconically, which made Hinata surprised at his statement, “—for bumping into you a while ago.”

The female crow just shook her head and beamed. “It’s okay! I’m alright, Ushijima-san. You shouldn’t apolog—kya!”

Hinata’s sentence was cut off when both hands cupped her pink-tinged cheeks.

Ushijima’s hands, though large and calloused due to spiking balls since childhood, were warm and soft to the touch.

“A-a-ano—! W-wha… Ushijima-san…?!”

The chibi stuttered, trying to look at him but failed to do so.

Her heart thumping as loud as Saeko-neesan’s wadaiko beats.

Lol.

She squirmed, face now a full-blown blush, under the Shiratorizawa captain’s touch.

He raised his eyebrows, his voice a bit amazed.

“Hmm… so it’s true! Touching your cheeks can calm the nerves. Relaxing and therapeutic.”

WHAT IS SHE—SOME GENERIC FOOD SUPPLEMENT OR SOMETHING—

Hinata tilted her head on the side, looking a bit lost to what Ushiwaka said. “Pardon?”

Before he answered his reply, another male voice joined in from the back of the big guy. “Wakatoshi-kun, Coach and the others are waiting for you inside the gym… what are you doing—eh?”

Shiratorizawa’s Player No.5, the Guess Monster itself. Tendou Satori.

The redhead middle blocker peeked at his teammate’s shoulder to see both of his hands were connected—no, caressing—both of Hinata’s flushing cheeks.

“Aha! Karasuno’s little Number 10~!!”, he exclaimed, pointing his long index finger at the orange-head middle blocker.

RIP Ushiwaka’s eardrum.

She frowned, glaring at the tall redhead.

“HOW DARE YOU CALL ME ‘LITTLE’!?” she pouted.

Wanted to karate chop Tendou in the face for making fun of her height.

Meanwhile, the female decoy’s talking sent faint vibrations onto Ushijima’s palms still latching on both her cheeks.

He hummed in delight.

He was entertained by the different facial expressions Karasuno’s Hinata Shouyou made today.

And his heart swooned.

Noticing his friend’s faint blush, Tendou commented, “Ah! You must be trying out the theory about touching Chibi-chan No.10’s fluffy cheeks?”

“Hmm,” he nodded in reply.

Hinata stared both at the Shiratorizawa players, face a bit red. “What ‘theory’ is it that involves t-touching my cheeks…?”

The redhead draped one arm around Ushijima while his other arm left hanging upward, index finger pointed above.

Like an “Aha!” pose.

He explained, “There’s this rumor circulating around here earlier that we kind of heard about after coming out of our bus upon arrival. They said that (either) ruffling your hair, touching your cheeks and/or your hands can calm down uneasy nerves and relaxes the body.”

“Eh!? R-really? Who said th—ugyaa!”

The left-handed volleyball cannon started to squish both the female baby crow’s cheeks in a gentle manner.

Her hands tried to pry his hands away from her cheeks but to no avail—he’s strong he won’t budge.

Ushiwaka’s olive eyes locked in with Hinata’s brown ones.

“It is very relaxing.” “U-u-ushijima-san… s-stop… my c-cheeks…—“

…really, the restroom—whether it is the girls’ or the boys’—is indeed a scary place.

——— ☀️ ———

Meanwhile, inside another nearby gym, the rest of the crows were having their morning warm ups.

The team’s vice-captain, Sugawara Koushi, noticed their female member’s absence.

“Say, has anybody known where Hinata-chan went to?”

“She went to the girls’ restroom to freshen up,” said their third-year club manager, Shimizu Kiyoko, pushing forward a volleyball cart full of balls on the other side of the net.

Beside her, holding a bunch of clean towels and sports bibs, her fellow manager Yachi Hitoka added on with a somewhat worried look etched in her face.

“But, Shimizu-senpai, that was ten minutes ago! I wonder why Hina-chan hasn’t come back yet…? And our first practice match for today will start soon.”

“I’ll go look for that boke, Sugawara-san,” his fellow setter, first-year Kageyama Tobio, offered to help.

The silver-haired guy smiled softly at Kageyama and patted his back.

“Thank you! Please find and bring our dear Hinata-chan back to safety—and don’t start another ‘lovers’ quarrel’ with her, got it, Kageyama?”

Kags suddenly choked at his senpai’s request, his face a whole mess of red.

“S-SUGAWARA-SAN, I—WE’RE NOT…!” he stammered while glaring at the third-year.

“Oho~ a ‘lovers’ quarrel’ between the King and his idiotic subject? Really though…”

“S-shut up, four-eyes!” Kageyama then sneered at the smirking tall middle blocker, fellow first-year Tsukishima Kei. Beside him, his classmate Yamaguchi Tadashi, snickered.

“Hai, hai~! That’s enough,” Suga singsonged while pushing the fuming and embarrassed raven-haired kid out of the gym. “Come on, you still need to fetch Hinata…”

A jolt ran down the third-year setter’s bones, his ahoge twitched like an antenna.

SugamamaRadar™️

Fear shown on Sugawara’s face.

Oh no, my poor baby crow…—

He jogged towards Kageyama. “Wait up! I’ll come with you—“

——— ☀️ ———

“…s-stop squishing my face, d-dammit…!”

Hinata’s cheeks—now a bit sore from constant pressing—were still being held ‘hostage’ by Ushijima’s large hands.

Behind his shoulder, the Guess Monster amused himself with what was in front of him.

“Ah, I wanna take a picture of her right now~!” Tendou decided, fishing out his phone from the pocket of his jersey shorts.

“N-no, no… Tendou-sa…! No—Please…! D-don’t… my cheeks are h-hurting—USHIJIMA-SENPAI STOP!!!” the female decoy yelped, tears starting to leak out of her brown eyes.

Senpai? Chibi-chan calls Wakatoshi-kun ‘senpai’ now?? WHAT!?!!! the redhead thought, flabbergasted. Unfair… so unfair~

The olive-head stopped what he was doing after he felt wetness seeping through his fingers, but hands remained stuck to Hinata’s face.

Hinata Shouyou, with her sore and pinkish cheeks, teary-eyed and sniffling.

Tendou then whispered to his team captain. “Oh my, this is bad, Wakatoshi-kun~ You’ve made the cute girl cry…”

Ushijima kept his gaze at her, his olive eyes laced with concern. “Did I?” he asked monotonously, his hands now placed on his sides.

The ‘cute girl’ in question started to wipe away her tears with the back of her hand while rubbing her abused right cheek with the other.

“I did tell you to stop squishing my cheeks, Ushijima-san!” Hinata scowled at the two men. “But you won’t listen!”

The Shiratorizawa ace felt a pang of guilt and sadness at the same time.

But Ushijima Wakatoshi made up a plan to keep her sunny disposition from fading.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, body slightly bent towards Hinata so she’s at eye level with him. “I really am.”

His usual expressionless facial structures softened and… is he smiling? At her?

Her face flushed again at the sudden closeness between them, heart beat picking up speed.

Not to mention the warmth of his left hand the chibi felt at the crown of her head.

Ushijima began to wipe away streaks of tears on her eyes and cheeks with his right.

“Stop crying now, or your cute face will become like Yoda,” Tendou jokingly said to Hinata, playful red eyes looking at her.

“S-shut it, Tendou-san,” Karasuno’s Number 10 whined, lips pouting, her face scowling with embarrassment.

Ah, be it a crying face or a pissed one, she really looks cute either way, both guys thought the same, with faint blushes adorning their cheeks.

“What~? Tendou-‘san’?! You called Wakatoshi-kun ‘Ushijima-senpai!’”—the Guess Monster then imitated Hinata’s voice from earlier.

Which further embarrassed the scowling girl more.

“—then me a merely ‘Tendou-SAN’?! Hey, we’re of the same year level—“

“Tendou—“

The said redhead fake-sneered at the orange-haired decoy, pointing shakily. *shrugs*

“—I’m your upperclassman also, Chibi-chan! Show some respect by calling me ‘senpai’!!” fumed Tendou.

Hinata flinched a bit at their rival school’s middle blocker’s litany. And looked down.

Then silence.

Ushijima turned to face his friend, his brows slightly knitted.

“That is absurd coming from you, Tendou,” he scolded him. “I think you made her angry now. What if she cries again?” Not to mention her teammates—

“Maa, maa~ don’t you worry, my dear Wakatoshi-kun! She won’t~ I’m sure of that!”

Did she buy the charade? the redhead thought as he waited expectantly at her next course of action.

Eyebrows raised in anticipation. “Well…?”

She mumbled. “…pai…”

“Come again?”

Hinata then raised her head and looked shyly at them.

Flustered. Lips quivering. Hands fiddling the hem of her white shirt. Feet shifting from one side to another.

She took a deep breath.

“T-tendou-senpai! U-u-ushijima-senpai…!” she stuttered yet said in a clearly loud voice.

That does it.

They’ve been struck with the arrow of sunshine deep in their very soul.

The olive-haired guy’s body felt tense for a second.

The Guess Monster suddenly fell dramatically on both knees, clutching his shirt-clad chest as if in a wheezing position.

The female middle blocker panicked, hands waving in front of them.

“A-a-ano…!?!! You two–are you two okay???”

“You… you nearly killed us with your moe-moe attack, you know!?” Tendou exclaimed, quickly bouncing back from his kneeling moments ago.

Hinata tilted her head (again) in puzzlement. “Huh? ‘Moe-moe attack’? What’s that?”

Which caused him to facepalm and shake his head in reply. “Seriously!? What are you… are you even a human being??”

“HEY!”

After a long time lol, Ushijima spoke to her in a blunt manner.

“I did not know that you’re as dense as a rock when it comes to… these kinds of things, Hinata Shouyou.”

You’re one to talk though, Ushiwaka lololol

She scowled again at them. “I’m not!!! Quit teasing me, damn you Ushiwaka~!”

Cute!!!

The redhead then whispered again at the captain’s ear, acting like his bad conscience.

“Let’s take her back with us to the team, Wakatoshi-kun. Let’s keep her and her radiating presence to ourselves.”

He agreed with Tendou’s scheming idea, which is the same thought as his. “Yes, let’s keep her to ourselves.”

Forget about facing the wrath of Karasuno–screw this!

Hinata sensed something suspicious going on between them.

“W-what are you two whispering about? Hey, what do you think you’re doin—hyaah!!! U-ushijima-san…!!!”

She was hoisted up by Ushijima and placed on his shoulder, her flushing face facing towards his broad back and Tendou (who wiggled his long fingers as if doing a little wave of hello), as they walked away from the girls’ restroom.

Both his large and beefy arms holding her tiny waist and slim, lightly-toned milky-white legs to secure her in place.

Hinata Shouyou was being carried by the ace of Shiratorizawa like a sack of rice.

“Put me down! Ushijima-san, please!” she yelped, her fists started banging her captor’s back.

“Where are you two taking me to—ah!!”

His hand is touching my thigh…!

Gripping her legs tighter, Ushijima turned his head around, olive-colored eyes staring sternly against her honey-brown ones.

“I would appreciate it if you stop punching my back. Lest you really want to fall yourself down on the concrete face first?” he hissed.

That stopped Hinata from bruising his back more.

S-scary… Ushiwaka’s really scary! she thought, a faint wave of nausea forming on her stomach.

Silence.

“S-sorry…,” she mumbled guiltily, her hands now touching his back, rubbing small circles to where she had hit him a while ago.

Ah… her hands… she’s comforting me…?

She held out a wry smile. “Does it still hurt, senpai…?”

“…yes, it still hurts. A bit.”

The orange-haired girl panicked again.

“EHHH!? I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry! I’m so so—hiii!!!”

Ushijima gently stroked a finger on the back of her thighs. “Stop flailing yourself or I will really drop you on the ground. Hard.”

Hinata then gulped at the consequence.

“Y-yes, sir…,” she mumbled, her pouty face laced with a deeper shade of red.

Tendou laughed heartily. “You really, really made him mad there, aren’t’cha, dear Chibi-chan~,” he said, ruffling her orange hair.

“And, to answer your question earlier: we’re taking you back to our team!”

“What!?” she exclaimed.

RIP Ushiwaka’s eardrum, part 2.

The decoy shook her head in a disapproving way.

“No, no, no, NO! I don’t wanna! Please let me down, Ushijima-san—I need to go back to my team! I bet they’re waiting for me! We have a practice match today… I want to go back… please?”

“No. You’re coming with us, Hinata Shouyou.”

Sweat drops started to form on Hinata’s face.

“B-but… if I don’t return back soon, K-kageyama-kun will kill me!”

“THE HELL I WILL YOU IDIOT!!!”

Suddenly, a raging Karasuno Number 9 appears—

The three of them flinched, with the girl slowly glancing upward to see Kageyama running towards, glaring.

Oh, crap! Hinata felt shivers down her spine.

“Hinata boke, we’ve been looking for you for almost half a hour!! Why’re you taking so long to take a shit in the bathroom—“

“—BAKAYAMA I DID NOT—AND IT’S ‘POOP’, NOT ‘SHIT’, STUPID!!—”

Tendou snickered at the conversation. “Pfft. He said ‘shit’ to a girl…”

“—we were so worried about you—huh?” He suddenly stopped his bickering when the setter noticed the awkward position his orange-haired partner was in.

Together with two of the members of the Shiratorizawa Academy Men’s Volleyball Club.

Together with the Ushiwaka.

Why is she on his shoulder? he thought, a vein popping on his forehead.

What the hell.

Kageyama walked near them, scowling. “Hey, why are you with Ushijima? Tell me!”

Panic rose across her face.

Sweat began to form on her forehead.

Brown eyes averting his cold blue-eyed stare.

Hinata started to sputter out some words, nearly stuttering in the process.

“K-k-ka-Kageyama-kun! It’s not what you think—“

Ushijima answered him back for her. “We’re bringing Hinata Shouyou back to our team. We’re keeping her.”

“USHIJIMA-SA—hyaah!” He made another stroke at the back of her thigh, making her flushed and gripping the back of his shirt in the process. “P-please… stop—“

He replied with his usual stoic demeanor, but a pink tinge sporting his cheekbones said otherwise.

“No, I won’t stop. I want to see more of that cute expression of yours, …Shouyou-chan.”

Homerun, straight to the kokoro—

Is he smirking at her???

“A-ano… s-s-senpai, please…—“ My heart… beating faster… if this continues… I might—

“What the hell are you two doing with my precious child?”

Sugawara stood in front of them, donning a creepy-like smile.

Dark aura emitted behind the crows’ vice-captain. Now, it’s the two Shiratorizawa players’ turn to shiver.

“S-sugawara-san… please… h-help me…,” his precious kouhai muttered dizzily. “I think I might… fai—“

And her mind went blank.

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