the conclusion of seihoe's bet
(hella canon)
Hanamaki grinned cheekily as Oikawa, alongside the other two, each pushed a two-hundred yen coin in his direction. It was Sunday morning and thus the last day of the training camp; practice was to happen as usual and a final match after lunch would end the week, which felt longer than it really was. At breakfast, all four Seijoh third-year had come to agree that the girl of their bet had met all five requirements. As such, Hanamaki was the victor and the recipient of six-hundred yen.
"Captain, you still have to get us ice-pops," the pink-haired teen said as he collected the coins in his palm. "Remember, I want vanilla."
"I-I know! I will when we get back home!" Oikawa sighed harshly as he pushed his tray away from him, all of the bowls and plates picked clean. "Why am I so tired?"
"Probably 'cause of the beef between you and Tsubasa-san," Matsukawa answered. "I'm not even mad about losing this bet."
"Hmph!"
Iwaizumi looked to the captain. "You need to chill out with the manager."
"She started it though!"
The vice-captain rolled his eyes. "You're not wrong, but if I was Kageyama's older brother and I just found out about how shitty you were to him, I would react the same way."
Ah. Hanamaki nodded, crossing his arms atop the table. "Yeah, for real. Try treating my little sister like that and I'll put you in the ground."
"T-that's harsh, Makki! You can't defend Tsubasa-chan when you can barely talk to her!"
"It's hard to talk to pretty people, leave me alone!"
"But you talk to me just fine!"
The three third-years stared with dead eyes at their captain, and any volleyball players or fellow Seijoh athletes nearby deadpanned at the statement.
"…are you for real."
Iwaizumi put the male in a headlock. "Put him in the ground now, Hanamaki."
Matsukawa bowed his head respectfully and pressed his hands together in prayer, just as Hanamaki rolled up his sleeves. "May you finally get the rest you deserve, captain."
"O-oi oi oi! C-calm down! It's just a joke! A jo- no no Makki no not my face-!"
From a table by the windows, Tsubasa snickered with teary eyes as she recorded the scene of Hanamaki repeatedly poking (or stabbing) Oikawa's face with his chopsticks on her phone, all while she patted the hair of a clinging Bokuto. Akaashi glanced away from his empty tray to stare at the girl.
"Tsubasa-san, what are you planning on doing with that video?"
"Nothing, nothing~ It's just to look back on for entertainment when I'm sad and depressed."
The male deadpanned.
She's just as petty as Oikawa-san.
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