#i'm worried this one won't end up in the tags because i use a ~naughty word~

[leiakenobi]

The Chick in Apt 56

Fandom: Ex Machina (2014) Pairing: Nathan Bateman/F!Reader Rating: Teen Word Count: 1.9k Summary: After your next-door neighbor leaves you a note about how he heard you having sex, the two of you unintentionally begin a written back-and-forth. Warnings: Innuendo, but no sexual situations. A/N: So neighbor AU Nathan has actually existed for the better part of a year through this lil headcanon post, but now here he finally is in fic form! I didn’t end up following the original headcanons too closely, but they were still very much on my mind while I was writing.

Cross-posted to AO3 here! I think this fic is more readable over there, but the whole thing is in this post below the cut as well.

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[Yellow post-it note, affixed to door knocker] To the chick in apt 56— Don’t know if you’ve noticed, but our walls are thin as shit. And as much as I love the sound of a girl getting railed, I get up at 5 A.M., so if you could schedule future booty calls for a more reasonable hour, that’d be great.

 [Pink paper torn from memo pad, slid under door] Nathan— Sorry if it was difficult for you to listen to a woman actually experiencing some pleasure. I’ll be sure to cater to your busy schedule from now on. P.S. We’ve both been here for nearly two years. I know you know my name.

 [Yellow post-it note, haphazardly slapped above doorknob] Funny. Just keep it down please.

[Pale blue post-it note, covering peep hole] Girl in 56— Were you louder on purpose??? If so, thanks for thinking of me while you were fucking, but the least you could do is scream my name next time. Helps me finish.

 [Pink paper torn from memo pad, slid under door] Surely you’re too busy trying to get your beauty(?) sleep to jerk off to the sound of your neighbor fucking. How else would you get up in a timely manner to get to your early morning workout at Planet Fitness?

 [Pale blue post-it note, stuck on door] As if I’d work out at Planet Fitness. (I know you said that because you knew it would annoy me. Which—fuck you.) P.S. I have a package scheduled to come tomorrow while I’ll be at a last-minute meeting across the city. Could you find time to sign for it in between your sexcapades?

 [Pink paper torn from memo pad, slid under door] Fine.

 [Pale blue post-it note, stuck on door of apartment 55] FedEx— Please get signature from woman in apt 56.

 [Pink paper torn from memo pad, taped to package] You’re fully cat-sitting for me next time I go out of town.

 [Pink paper torn from memo pad, slid under door] Someone’s a hypocrite. A shame you couldn’t make her finish. My parents are visiting over the weekend, so if you happen to get laid twice after such a long dry spell, could you do it somewhere else?

 [Pale blue post-it note, stuck on door] She came just fine. Twice. And dry spell? At least I’ve never implied that was why I’d never heard anything from your apartment until a few months ago.

 [Pink paper torn from memo pad, slid under door] If you think those fake moans meant she came, you’re deluding yourself. And I’m sorry, I was trying to be generous. Figured a dry spell was the reason you got off so fast.

 [Pink paper torn from memo pad, slid under door] Nathan— We were eating dinner.

 [Pale blue post-it note, stuck on door] Why do you think I fucked her in the kitchen?

 [Pale blue post-it note, stuck on door] Could you sign for another package on Thursday?

 [Pink paper torn from memo pad, slid under door] You ask like I’m not still traumatized by the experience of making small talk with my parents while we listened to you fuck some girl’s brains out. Besides, you weren’t exactly grateful last time.

 [Yellow post-it note, stuck on door] Because you left thousands of dollars worth of tech in our hallway! Why did you think they required a signature?

 [Pink paper torn from memo pad, slid under door] For the tenth time Nathan, if you didn’t want me to leave it in the hallway you should’ve said so.

 [Yellow post-it note, stuck on door of apartment 55] FedEx— Please get signature from woman in apt 56.

 [Pale green paper torn from memo pad, slid under door] Heads up that I’m having some friends over tomorrow night so it’ll be noisy. You’re welcome to come if you want, assuming it doesn’t interfere with your old man bedtime.

 [Yellow post-it note, stuck on gift-wrapped box] Fuck you for not telling me it was your birthday.

 [Pale green paper torn from memo pad, slid under door] I told you you didn’t need to give me a gift! On a related note—a vibrator is not a good gift for someone you’re not fucking.

 [Yellow post-it note, stuck on door] Just thought the buzz on yours is sounding weaker than it used to. Figured you could use a replacement.

 [Yellow post-it note, stuck on door] Did you like it?

 [Pale green paper torn from memo pad, slid under door] I don’t know what you’re talking about.

 [Plain white 8.5- by 11-inch paper, typed, left on counter underneath a Tupperware of oatmeal cookies] Nathan: - Please feed one scoop of food once in the morning and once in the evening if possible (but one double scoop earlier in the day is fine if you wouldn’t be able to give him dinner until very late). - He loves pets while he eats. Not saying you have to give him pets, but he will look at you expectantly if you don’t. - I normally try to empty his litter every day, but if you could just do it once about halfway through my trip, that’d be fine. - If you can, some playtime or cuddles would be nice to make sure he doesn’t feel too lonely. His favorite toys are in a box next to the couch. He loves people and should recognize you by now, so he’ll probably jump right up to cuddle if you just sit down next to his favorite blanket. You’re welcome to stick around and read or watch TV for a bit while he sits with you. - Hope you like oatmeal cookies. I tried to go with something healthier so that you don’t feel a need to up your SoulCycle regimen. [Handwritten underneath] Thanks again for doing this. Stay out of my bedroom. [Handwritten underneath that] I don’t do SoulCycle and you know it.

 [Yellow post-it note, stuck on bedroom door] The contrarian in me nearly went in here out of spite.

 [Pale green paper torn from memo pad, slid under door] Thanks again for cat-sitting. The little asshole keeps looking at the door around dinnertime like you’re gonna come in to feed him. I’ll be home every night this week, just return my spare key whenever.

 [Yellow post-it note, wrapped around key and slid under door] Your pussy has good taste. Thank you again for the cookies. I’m out every night but here’s the spare.

 [Yellow post-it note, stuck on door] Sounded like a lousy fuck last night.

 [Pale green paper torn from memo pad, slid under door] Oh my god he was still here. No need to comment on the quality of my sex life, Bateman.

 [Yellow post-it note, stuck on door] Hey, at least I didn’t imply that you were the problem.

 [Pale green paper torn from memo pad, slid under door] When you actually make someone come, I’ll retract my statement.

 [Pale green post-it note, stuck on door] A girl bailed on our dinner plans after I already started cooking. Help me eat some of it?

 [Pale green paper torn from memo pad, slid under door] If this is how you ask all the girls into your apartment, it’s no wonder you can’t get a second date. I mean, that plus. You know. The other thing. The you’re bad in bed thing. I’m saying you’re bad in bed.

 [Back of a receipt, left on night stand] That was a bad idea. I couldn’t find my bra, give it back when you have a chance?

 [Pale green post-it note, stuck on plain brown box] Found it. When do I get my retraction?

 [Pale green paper torn from memo pad, slid under door] What, you need it in writing too?

 [Pale green post-it note, stuck on door] If there’s one thing I learned from my lawyer parents, it’s that I should get everything in writing.

 [Pale green post-it note, stuck on door] Bad joke, sorry.

 [Pale green paper torn from memo pad, slid under door] I’m used to it, you make a lot of bad jokes.

 [Pale green post-it note, stuck on door] Will you stop avoiding me if I agree it was a bad idea?

 [Yellow paper torn from memo pad, slid under door] That depends, do you actually agree it was a bad idea or do you just want me to stop avoiding you?

 [Pale green post-it note, stuck on door] If it means that you’ll avoid me forever, it was a bad idea.

 [Yellow paper torn from memo pad, slid under door] Going on a weekend trip and my friend who was supposed to cat sit came down with the flu. Can you help out?

 [Inscription on the front page of a copy of Much Ado About Nothing, left on counter] To the chick in apt 56— I was browsing your bookshelves while looking for something to read, and I noticed your copy of Much Ado looked pretty rough, so I picked up a new one for you. Same editor, since I know some people are picky about that sort of thing. I always went in more for the tragedies, but I think this one is growing on me.

 [Yellow paper torn from memo pad, slid under door] You’re not Benedick.

 [Yellow post-it note, wrapped around key and slid under door] Never said I was.

 [Yellow paper torn from memo pad, slid under door] You doing alright? I haven’t heard you leave for three days.

 [Yellow post-it note, stuck to empty Tupperware] Thanks for the soup. Were you lying about it being store-bought? I finally felt up to shopping today and couldn’t find anything like it anywhere. I’d pay honest to god money for you to make it again.

 [Scan of soup recipe, slid under door] [Handwritten underneath] If I recall correctly, you’re a capable cook. I’ll warn you that it doesn’t taste as good when you’re not sick. It’s like magic.

 [Yellow post-it note, stuck on door] Do you think I could get another cold if I asked enough strangers to sneeze and cough on me?

 [Yellow paper torn from memo pad, slid under door] Don’t you dare. You’re insufferable as it is but you turn into a big baby when you’re sick.

 [Yellow post-it note, stuck on door] I’m having some people over for my birthday on Saturday. (See how easy it is to mention that it’s your birthday?) Come, maybe?

 [Yellow paper torn from memo pad, slid under door] I think I have time to make an appearance.

 [Yellow post-it note, stuck on door] Just postpone your date with my vibrator and come to the party.

 [Yellow paper torn from memo pad, folded and taped to a Tupperware of oatmeal cookies] Nathan— That was a shit move on my part, I’m sorry. It was a fun night and I got carried away, but you were right to stop me. Thanks for being uncharacteristically nice about it. After the way I acted last time, I definitely deserved worse.

 [Yellow post-it note, stuck on empty Tupperware] Just didn’t want you to regret anything.

 [Yellow paper torn from memo pad, slid under door] Maybe I do, a little bit. What if I did? I think I might.

 [Yellow paper torn from memo pad, left on pillow] You look cute when you let yourself sleep in. Since apparently my coffee isn’t good enough for you, I’m running to the place down the street. I’ll feed the little menace before I go so if he tries to get you out of bed, you can ignore him. xx

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[foodieforthoughts]

Glad you came

Summary: A fun night out at the club.

Pairing: Henry x Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: 18+, smut, fingering, sexual intercourse, exhibitionism, casual sex, alcohol usage

A/N: Lady Crimson is about to come knocking at my door and I'm feeling super horny 😈 *not beta-ed*

Title: Glad you came

The music inside the pub was on full blast and as the prime clubbing hours began, more and more party goers started streaming in. You smirked at your friend before downing five shots of tequila one after the other. A series of 'whoos' sounded around you as you raised your hands up above you. You winced as you sucked on a piece of lemon and felt the burning liquid travel down your throat.

Feeling tipsy with the rush of the alcohol hitting your senses, you dragged your friends to the dance floor. You were just over a terrible breakup and after moping over your ex for months on end, you wanted to celebrate the fact that you felt free from the clutches of your breakup and could finally enjoy your night out with your girlfriends.

The bass of the club thumped with your heart beat. You swayed your hips with the music, merging in with the dancing crowd. Sweaty bodies rubbed against each other while the smell of booze and smoke lingered in the air. Closing your eyes you drifted along the music, running your hands over your body and through your hair.

Suddenly, you felt a hand on your waist as you collided with a hard chest. You turned around slightly to glance at the person and maybe sway your hips along with them, only to stop as soon as you laid your eyes on the bearer of the most beautiful blue orbs. The unmistakable face of one Mr. Henry Cavill smiled down at you.

His face was flushed with rosy tints on his cheeks. His jaw was marked with a five o'clock shadow and his curly hair was sticking to his forehead. In one hand, he had a glass of whiskey while the other was still planted on your waist.

You could have walked away but then this was one of the most handsome men on the planet and he was currently smiling suggestively at you. You bit your lip as his hips moved along with yours, swaying to the music as you both entered a realm of your own. Henry felt bold and moved his hand towards your stomach, planting your body flush against his own.

You felt his bulge rubbing against the curve of your ass as you moved. As his hand glided lower to be placed on your hip, you felt naughty with your heart beating hard against your chest. You couldn't remember the last guy who had even remotely made your heart race. But here was Henry, who hadn't even spoken a word and had you melting in his arms.

You craned your neck towards his ear, letting your head rest on his shoulder. "I'm thirsty," you said loud enough for him to hear.

You saw a glint in his eyes under the strobe lights, the blue ones making his eyes sparkle. He smirked at you and brought his glass up to his lips and sipped the golden liquid. You watched with bated breath as Henry leaned his head down to meet your inviting lips. His lips felt soft against yours as he moved them to seek entrance. You tasted the whiskey on his lips and gulped the liquor as you granted him entrance to your warm cavern. Your entire body tingled with the sensation. You brought your arm to wound around his neck and pulled at the nape of his neck to deepen the kiss, moaning as Henry rolled his tongue against yours.

"Different kind of thirsty." He mumbled against your mouth as you both pulled apart. You nodded at him turning around to face him entirely. He cocked his head to the side, gesturing to follow him.

Your eyes widened as he grabbed a hold of your hand and pulled you through the crowd. You walked behind him in a daze, partly due to the alcohol in your system but mostly because you were being led by Henry. He waded around the party goers and walked you up the stairs towards the private seating areas.

As soon as you both were out of sight of the many people around, Henry turned into a feral animal. He pinned you against the glass window of the empty hall leading to the private lounge. The window looked out towards the dance floor downstairs. You could see people dancing to the music, completely oblivious to your indulgence in the lewd and lustful urges.

You moaned as Henry's mouth latched onto the tender skin at the curve of your neck. His stubble grazed your skin, leaving a faint burning sensation as he moved his mouth. You pulled at his shirt, the top two buttons popped open with them flying to the ground somewhere. You chuckled as Henry glanced down to his bare chest before taking your lips hungrily. His hands travelled down to your exposed thighs, hiking your dress up. You had boldly decided to wear a barely-there little black dress which proved to be handy for Henry as he pushed your thighs apart with his legs.

Cold air from the aircon made your skin shiver as Henry pulled the bodice of your dress down to expose your breasts. Your nipples harderned under Henry's fervent gaze, begging to be touched. You arched your back as he took a nipple in his warm mouth. His hand wandered to your aching centre in between your thighs. Your thin lacy panties had already gotten soaked with your arousal.

You felt Henry smirk with your swollen nub in his mouth. He pushed the lacy fabric aside and dipped his fingers in between your wet folds. You let out a shaky breath as his finger moved along your slit before entering your tight hole.

You rocked your hips against his finger. Bringing your hand up to the nape of his neck, you pulled his face up to yours. Capturing his delicious lips with your own, you moaned as Henry added another thick digit inside you.

You could hear distant voices over the music but what echoed the loudest were your collective moans as Henry helped you chase your high. You felt the knot of your impending orgasm twisting at the pit of your belly. You dipped your head to Henry's neck and sucked at his skin until you heard him hissing in pain. It only urged him to pump his fingers faster inside you, circling his thumb over your swollen clit and edging you closer to your climax. With a low moan that got drowned in the bass of the music, you came against his fingers.

Henry was completely overtaken by lecherous desire as he did not give you a chance to relax, turning you around to rest against the glass window. You were aware that people could very well see your tits pressed against the glass if they wanted to. But the thoughts of being caught only added to your arousal. You turned slightly to look at Henry, hearing the clinking of his belt buckle. He had pulled a condom out of his pocket and was slipping over his hardened length. Your eyes traveled hungrily over his his thick and long cock admiring his impressive member.

"Let's quench my thirst, shall we?" He whispered before positioning his cock over your entrance.

His girth tore past your tight cunt as he split you apart with every inch. You brought your hand back wound your arm around his neck as Henry buried his face in the crook of your neck. With a few shallow thrusts, he was entering you until he could no more. You could feel his swollen head teasing at the entrance of your womb.

The music disappeared from around you as Henry grunted and moaned in your ear. He gripped you hips tightly as he pounded in you from behind. You braced yourself on the glass with one hand. Steam was forming on the glass as you breathed out with each of his thrusts.

"What if they see us?" You asked between gasping breaths.

"Then your face will be on the paper tomorrow, love." He answered, nipping at your skin. His thrusts were becoming more frantic as he chased his own orgasm. He felt you tense at the thought of being publicly exposed on the newspapers. He brought his hand up to your chin, turning your face to look at him. "I won't let it happen. Don't worry." He smiled before pulling at your lower lips with his teeth.

You groaned as he hit the sweet spot deep within you. You felt your toes curl inside your shoes and your slick squelched with your juices. Henry gave out a growl as you pulled at his hair as a second wave of orgasm built up inside you. Gripping your torso tightly by wounding his arms around you, Henry hammered inside you, his balls slapping against your clit ever so slightly.

His cock was hardly pulling out of you anymore as with renewed fervour, Henry impaled inside your quivering cunt. You moaned raggedly as waves of pleasure washed over you and your walls clenched around Henry's pulsating dick. His nails dug into your skin from over your dress as with a mighty groan he trembled as his own orgasm hit him and he shallowly thrusted, emptying his warm seed inside the latex cover.

Your senses went numb as you grinded gently against him, milking ever last drop of his essence. When your heart beat stopped drumming in your ears, the loud noises of the club reverberated around you again. While Henry went to discard off the condom in the bathroom, you pulled the top of your dress over your exposed breasts. The act of indulging in carnal sex out in the open was finally registering in your mind which made your entire body warm up like a burning furnace.

Henry sauntered back out into the hallway as you were running your fingers through your hair. He grinned at you wickedly, a thin sheen of sweat covering his skin as he grabbed your hand gently. "We're so doing that again." He commented and pulled you in for a deep, passionate kiss. "Come on, let's get out of here."

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[jaycewrites-192000]

Growl: Chapter 7

Warnings: None

Tags: @theravencawsatmidnight @etroman @kaariqueen

Your P.O.V

Monday came sooner than I wanted it to, not to mention I had a test today. A test...that I did not study for. "I'm such an idiot." I muttered, as I reluctantly walked into school. "Maybe if I beg good enough Iwaizumi will let me cheat off him." I say under my breath. I suddenly felt someone lean down and whisper in my ear. "What's this about begging Iwa-Chan now? Naughty L/n-" I elbowed Oikawa in his gut before he could finish. "I'm talking about a test, you horndog!" I snapped. Oikawa recovered from the hard blow. "S-So you didn't study, huh?"

"I bet you didn't either." I glare at him. "Of course I did! Unlike you, I had Iwa-Chan's help!" I gave him a shocked look. "How did you get his help!? He always tells me to study on my own! No wait...we're you actually "studying" or..."

"L/n-Chan! I'm surprised at you!" He could deny it all he wanted, there was no overlooking the blush on his face. Guess I was right about that. "Whatever. Let's just get going." I say while walking, a bit faster to get some distance between me and Oikawa. But of course his long leg ass easily kept up with me. "You know L/n-Chan, if you keep this up you won't be able to participate in club activities." I hate to admit it, but he was right. If I kept failing in my classes, the school faculty will be forced to remove me from the volleyball team. Meaning I won't be the manager or hang out with my new friends as much. I won't get to hang out with Kyotani either...

"Of course that upsets me more than anything else." I think with a sigh. I hurried into class with Oikawa, Iwaizumi was already inside at his seat. "Hey Iwaizumi." I greet him as I take my seat. "Hey L/n." He says back. "Actually on time for once Shittykawa?" He asks, not even glancing at the brunette boy. "Oh hush. I got plenty of beautify sleep last night, so of course I'm here." Oikawa sits down. "Doubt it." I mutter. We all know you were with Iwaizumi last night you liar. "What?" They both ask in unison. "Nothing." I lean back in my seat. "Hey Iwaizumi, can you help me study if I fail this test?"

"No."

"Jerk!" I cross my arms. "Why not?" Iwaizumi looked at me as if I were a child. Great, about to get scolded by a man my own age. "Because you should have taken studying more seriously. You had plenty of time before today. You also had the weekend. What have you been doing?" He asked. I turn away to hide my blush. Like hell I was gonna tell them I was with Kyotani. Oikawa would never shut up about it, and Iwaizumi...well it was kinda like telling your father that you have a boyfriend. Point is, it was awkward and I'm not spilling!

"....I was watching anime."

"Nerd."

"Shut up stupidkawa!!"

"You're starting to loose your touch, L/n-Chan." He smirks. "I could have thought of a way better insult than that."

"So you do want us to insult you?" Iwaizumi raises an eyebrow. I groan and rest my head against the window, Iwaizumi and Oikawa's bickering drowning out as I stare out into nothing. 'Might as well accept the fact I'm failing this test. I really should have studied more instead of doing stupid shit. Maybe I'll Kyotani to help me.' My cheeks then red. I didn't know how his grades were, but it was worth the try. Just because he was a punk didn't mean he couldn't be smart, right?

The test had finally ended, and I had just barely passed! But it wasn't good enough, I can't just barley pass throughout the rest of my last year. What happened today was pure luck, and that wouldn't last me forever. I need to take this more seriously, for the volleyball team and for myself. I managed to catch Iwaizumi just before he went inside the gym. I told him I needed to speak with him in private. "What did you want to talk about L/n? Is there something wrong?" He asks, concern lacing his tone. I clutched my bag tightly and spoke with a stern determination. "I'm going to start studying harder. I just barely passed the test today. If I keep this up and fail, I won't be able to be your team's manager anymore. So what I'm asking is..." I look away from Iwaizumi, hiding my embarrassed expression. "Do you...know what Kyotani's grades are like?"

When Iwaizumi didn't answer, I looked up at him. His expression was one of confusion. "You...want Kyotani to help you study? Why?" I bit back a growl and clenched my hands tighter, my face was only getting redder but the second. "Because! The only people I'm "close" to is you, Oikawa and Kyotani! You won't help cause you're busy with Oikawa and Oikawa can't help cause he's dumbass who would only flirt with me the entire time, and Kyotani...well I don't know! That's why I'm asking!"

"Whoa, wait, slow down." Iawaizumi raises his hands. "You're close to Kyotani? How did you manage that?" He asks. I sighed deeply, I really didn't want anyone to know about it. But there's no helping it now. "Me and him talked over he weekend. And, I even went over to his place a few times. So yeah, we're friends now I guess. But I didn't really know much about him, only a little bit really." I fiddle around with my hands, trying to figure out what else to say. "I would like to know more about him. So I thought, why not do that by asking him to help me study." Iwaizumi hummed in response. "I see." He mutters.

"Are you going to take it seriously?" He asks. I nod. "I will. I said I would start trying harder." Iwaizumi rubbed the back of his head. "Then you should ask him. If you and him are friends like you said, I'm sure he wouldn't mind helping you. As for his grades, I don't know about all that." He put his hand on my shoulder. "I'm proud of you Y/n. You really are coming out of your shell, it makes me happy to see you're making an effort." I smile softly and put my hand on his. "Me too. Don't worry, I'm gonna make sure I keep my word. Just wait and see Hajime!"

"I look forward to." Iwaizumi chuckles.

Practice had ended a bit earlier than unusual, the team finished changing and we're heading out. You decided to hang back and wait for Kyotani, it felt a little weird to say the least. Though it shouldn't be, you had just been over to his place twice and met his family. From an outside perspective, someone could mistake you both as a couple, even thought it was quiet the opposite. "I completely get it though." You sigh. You were snapped out of your trance by the locker room's door opened. Kyotani stepped out, school bag thrown over his shoulder. "Oh, hey." He greets once he finally noticed you. "We're you...waiting for me?" He asks. "Uh, yeah." You nod. "I wanted to ask you something." You tilt your head towards the exit of the gym, Kyotani seemed to have understood the message and walked out with you. The both of you walked in silence until reaching the school gate, Kyotani finally spoke up. "So what did you want to tell me?"

"You know how important tests are when it comes to graduating and being able to participate in club activities right?" Kyotani nods. "Well, I do want to graduate. But I also want to stay and be the team's manager. So I can't afford having my grades continue to slip. Eventually they'll be so bad, that I won't be able to do either. So what I'm asking is, will you help me study?" Kyotani raises an eyebrow. "Really? You want my help?" He asks. "I know it's sudden of me to ask, but I really don't have anyone else. Iwaizumi is too busy helping that train wreck of a captain of ours to help me. Not like he would anyway." Kyotani sighs heavily. "I don't know..." You turned to him. "Please!" You grab his hand with yours, Kyotani froze where he stood. "I'll make sure to repay you for helping me! Anything you want, I'll do it! So please...please help study Kyotani." You look up at him, eyes shining pathetically like a sad puppy. How could he say no to that? "Damn it..." He almost wanted to walk away and ignore it, but deep down he knew damn well that he couldn't. "Ok. I'll help you as best as I can. My grades aren't anything special, just so you know." You smiled brightly and hugged him. "Thank you so much! And anything helps at this point!" Kyotani nods and continued walking after you pulled back. "You really are nice Kyotani. Despite whatever everyone else thinks or says. In fact, I'm really glad I got to know you." You couldn't tell how Kyotani felt about that, he was slightly ahead of you, so you couldn't see his face. But unknowing to you, Kyotani cracked a little smile. And he'd never admit it, but he was glad he got to know you too.

Later that night, you and Kyotani were staying up late studying. You both decided it would be best if it happened over at your place rather than his. For two reasons. One, your mother wasn't home, so you had the entire house to yourself for the night. And two, Kyotani insisted that his mother would interrupt every so often because of how fond of you she was. It was down right embarrassing. And he didn't want to deal with that all night. Besides, like this, it would just be the the two of you, alone together. Together with math, really. "And if you solve for x you get?" Kyotani asks, waiting for you to answer. You hummed as you thought hard about what to say. "....15?" Kyotani shook his head. "12." You let out a loud groan. "This is such garbage! How am I ever gonna get this!?" You whine. Why did math have to be such damn complicated, in fact, why did anything involving studying have to be complicated? "Don't know. But you better get it quick before the council kicks you off the team. Now try again." Kyotani says, while writing something down in his books. "How can you be so calm about this? I thought you said your grades weren't anything special. Or was that a lie?"

"No, it wasn't. My grades are pretty shit." He admits. "Then what's the point this!?" Your mind screamed. "But not because I'm stupid or anything like that. It's because I hardly ever show up to class. But between the two of us, I'm smarter than you I guess." You scowl and slam your pen down. "I guess so huh?" You grumble. "Relax. I'm helping you out ain't I? After you do this we can take a break." Kyotani sets a new set of math equations in front of you. "Yeah sure, but before that, why don't you go to class? If you're so smart as you say, then why not just go and better your grades. I'm sure you don't want to get kicked off the team either."

"No, I don't. But my grades aren't that bad yet. So I have nothing to worry about. Hurry up and solve these."

"Not until you answer my question." You say as you cross your arms. Kyotani looked up from the books and eyes you for a moment. He sighs and leans back slightly. "Either cause I just don't feel like going, or cause it just ain't worth the effort." He finally tells you. Really? That was it? He made it sound like it was so much more to it than that. It almost made you angry, you were failing but you actually tried to put in the time to go to class. The only time you've ever skipped class was the one time with Kyotani, and never before or after that. You went to school every day and tried as hard as you could, and yet, you still failed at what he claims to exceed in. He says this and he's not even there! He skips out and still makes better grades than you! And from the looks of it, he hardly ever studied like you. "It just doesn't make sense." You mutter. "What?" Kyotani asks, only for you to shake your head and get back to writing. "Look, I made a promise to the team that I would try harder at this manager thing. And I can't do that if I continue to fail like I am, and as for you? I can tell you have such a passion for volleyball, every time you play, you get this look in your eye. A look that says, "I'm going to be the best at this". But how the hell are you gonna the best at anything, if you keep skipping class and letting your grades slip?"

"What? This a lecture now?" Kyotani eyebrow twitched in a annoyance. "Damn right!" You leaned forwards on the the table and poked his chest, as you spoke with the sternness of a mother who was scolding her child for acting out. "Your grades might not be as bad as mine now, but they will be soon if you keep that shut up! And when that happens, you'll be kicked off the team! And we both don't want that now do we?" Kyotani had to bite back any spite that he wanted to throw your way. You had a point, so he would let you talk. "If I get kicked out it won't be much of a shock, but Kyotani your team needs you. Think of how upset they would be if you were removed because you didn't try your hardest." Your tone began to soften with every word. "I know I would be. You love this sport way too much to give it up so easily. So don't let this chance slip away from you, try harder, do better. That way, you can keep moving further. And who knows, maybe one of these days, you'll land yourself in a really famous volleyball team."

Kyotani was speechless, you were absolutely right. You were right to be upset with him, you were right about him loving the sport, you were right about it all. His eyes tore away from yours, meeting the table that sat in between you both. "Ok." Was all he said. "Ok!? You-" He cut you off before your temper could rise any further. "I'll start going to class more often. But you have to start trying harder too ok? I don't want you getting kicked out either." A smile made it's way onto your face. You held out your pinky. "Promise?" Kyotani rolled his eyes but interlocked his pinky with your own.

"Promise."

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