A/N: Seing as Zephyr has publicly announce fanfiction-war against me, I decided to dive in to my folder of unfinished fics(including one-shots and prompts) to see what I could get done. This was actually a scene I had set up and saved until I could think of something, BUT THE GUIDELINES OF OUR WAR DIDN'T SPECIFY LENGTH.

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"Hand me that paper over there."

"Which one?"

"The one over there."

Hiyoshi looked up from the large stack to give Atobe a withering glare, but the boy was too focused on the documents in front of him. The desk was covered in them, and while most of them were about trivial matters concerning other clubs, he was still obligated to look at them.

Which meant he was also free to recruit whoever he wanted to help, whether they agreed or not.

Never let it be said that being someone's favorite was always a good thing.

"You'll need to be more specific. I don't have your insight." He said, turning back to the other papers spread across the coffee table. He grabbed one at random and thrust it towards the older boy, who took it without a second thought.

"I'd be honestly worried if you did." He said, quickly skimming through and signing the bottom with a sigh. "The amount of complaints some clubs have is absurd. Most of these can be settled on their own, yet here they are, hoping for someone else to do it for them!"

Hiyoshi rolled his eyes, picking up a stamp and slamming it on the spot where Atobe's signature would usually be. While he was given the documents that specifically - or alternatively - required the stamp, he was still required to read through them as well, though Atobe allowed him to use his own judgement on whether they would be approved or not. Requests and complaints that were rejected went into a box under the table, and Atobe would look at them at a later time when the more important matters were taken care of.

I wonder when that'll be... He thought irritably. Another stamp, this document placed in another bin, and he moved on to the next pile. There was a scraping sound from Atobe's desk, and he stood up to come over.

"If you'd just let them hold election for a vice-president, I'm sure the amount of work would decrease greatly." He said, leaning on desk as Atobe stretched his arms upward. The chair tilted back slightly, and Hiyoshi didn't think twice before he swiped a leg out, causing it to topple over.

Atobe went down with it, and the result was a satisfying thump and a groan.

"... Why." Was his captain's only response. Hiyoshi shrugged.

"You were wide open." He said dully.

Atobe stared at him in mild disbelief, before shaking his head and standing up, bringing the chair back with him.

"You could at least be a little concerned." He said, giving the younger boy a look of disdain. Hiyoshi stared back blankly.

"I've heard it's a bad idea to show compassion to your most hated enemies." He said, completely deadpan.

There was a pause, and Atobe straightened up quickly.

"Wait, something about that line bothered me just now."

"I'd be honestly concerned if it didn't."

Another sign, and Atobe fell back into his seat. Hiyoshi mumbled something before walking back to his spot, switching the ink pad he'd been given for a fresh one, as the other one had dried out after an hour.

"What was that?"

"I said, 'That's what you get for kidnapping me again'."

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A/N: That was about as far as I got. One point for Underdog, let's see how many for Zephyr.

(We also didn't set guidelines for what series counted, so :DDD)