v. the return of Makoshima Naoko

Before he even got out of bed, Iwaizumi knew that Oikawa was going to be especially annoying today. His thoughts were confirmed when Oikawa gave him the smuggest smile ever as he approached him.

"Alright," Iwaizumi let out a long-suffering sigh, "I know she's coming back today, so please don't blast it in my ear."

"Why, Iwa-chan!" Oikawa gasped, mock-offended. "I would never. I'm not so cruel as to show off my beautiful girlfriend when my best friend remains without one—"

Iwaizumi swatted him upside the head. "I actually hate you right now."

Oikawa smiled impishly. "This spot is sorer than usual. Oh, that's right—you do have a girl, don't you? Or at least someone you like. Okabe-chan, right?"

His best friend glared at him, face starting to redden. He told himself it was because of the cold. "Shut up."

"Ahaha! You totally do! You cannot hide it from me, the great Oikawa-sama—gyak! I'm sorry, Iwa-chan!"

Her name was Akizuki Sakurako, and she was—to plainly say it—jealous. Her lip curled unpleasantly as she stabbed her chopsticks into her sushi, eyeballing the table where Oikawa was sitting with his best friend and two girls.

Who are those two whores?! she seethed silently to herself. The one on the left doesn't even comb her hair properly, the one on the right should pluck her fucking eyebrows and get some damn contact lenses before she even thinks of speaking to Oikawa!

"Um, Sakurako-chan?" her best friend, Beppu Marina, said. "Are you okay?"

"Bee-chan, just look," Sakurako hissed, not exactly being discreet as she pointed her chopsticks in their direction. "Look at those damn sluts. Sitting with Oikawa-san."

Marina made a face. "Oh, gross. Like, ew, what's up with her hair?"

"Right?!" Sakurako started to stand and pack up her lunch. "Come on—let's go to the bathroom and talk."

So they did, the two girls doing their makeup in the mirror as they gossiped.

"I've seen them hanging out lately," Marina said, sniffing. "Like, who do they think they are? Oikawa-san's too good for them. He should be dating you, Sakurako-chan."

Suddenly, one of the bathroom stalls was kicked open, and the two girls yelped, whipping around to see a black-haired exiting the stall. Before they could even say a word, the girl cocked an eyebrow. "Who the fuck are you gossiping piranhas?"

"Ehh?!" Marina glared at her. "That should be our question!"

"W-wait," Sakurako said, her face paling, but Marina didn't hear her.

Swaggering up to her, Sakurako's blue-haired friend looked the other girl right in the eye. "Who the fuck are you, huh, bitch? Listening to our conversation like that. Ahh!" Marina screamed when the girl's hand suddenly slammed against the wall, trapping her in a kabe-don.

"You think Oikawa would ever like a bitchy cow like you?" the black-haired girl growled, her face inching too close to Marina's for the latter's comfort. "Damn, you delusional bitch. Do you know why I'm telling you these things?" Her mouth grazed Marina's ear. "Because I'm his girlfriend." Then she stepped back, moving around Sakurako to wash her hands. After that, she pushed the bathroom door open with her foot, throwing a farewell over her shoulder. "Bye."

Marina's mouth moved, but no words came out.

"M-Makoshima Naoko," Sakurako stammered, white as a sheet. "Second year. I tried to warn you, Bee-chan—"

Suddenly, Marina shouted, her entire face flushing red. "S-senpai!"

"Ehh?! She's younger than us!"

"I don't care! I want her to step on me! Maybe we can still catch up! I'll buy her some chocolate milk to apologize!"

"HUH?!"

In the end, they never did manage to cause any trouble.

"What the?" Naoko deadpanned at the cutely wrapped present in her locker. Hovering over her shoulder, Oikawa grinned cheekily.

"Look's like someone's got an admirer."

Humming in contemplation, she took out the box and shook it. "Sounds like chocolates. Wanna share these?"

"I'd love to, Mako-chan."