Wreck This Journal [Various x Reader] 10/???

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Daichi wanted to scream at the two first years, his eye twitching as he watched the sight before him unfold. Hinata was on one side of the volleyball net, tossing balls into the air before hitting them over the obstacle in front of him. On the other side of the net, [Name] stood with her book held between her hands, opening it to a page that Daichi could see was covered in random splotches of color. The color, Daichi had figured, was coming off the volleyballs Hinata was throwing across the net. Next to him on the floor were cans of paint, all of them opened so that Daichi could see the vibrant colored liquid inside.

"Come on, Hinata-kun, I'm sure you can get one more!" [Name] was cheering from her side of the net, egging on Hinata as he dipped yet another volleyball into a blue paint bucket.

"Maybe if you'd actually try to catch them, you'd have more marks on your book," Hinata quickly retaliated, slightly annoyed that most of the volleyballs he had hit towards his friend had missed completely.

Tossing the volleyball dipped in blue into the air, getting some of the paint on his fingers in the process, Hinata tried his best to take aim before spiking it over the net. The ball flew, little drops of paint scattering from impact, before the ball sailed towards [Name]. She ran around a bit, book held above her head in an attempt to catch the ball. In the end, however, it was all for naught as the pair soon realized that Hinata had put far too much power into his last hit and the ball went flying over her head, landing with a harsh squish on the wall behind her. It left a dark blue stain on the previously white walls, joining its multicolored brethren in the mess the first year duo had made.

"Hinata, [Name]," Daichi hissed through his teeth, his deathly calm outer demeanor betraying the boiling rage that threatened to strangle the pair.

Taking rather large, loud gulps, [Name] and Hinata glanced at each other before looking at the volleyball captain with sheepish eyes. They hadn't been expecting Daichi to arrive at the gym so early, sure that they would have time to clean up long before he showed his face. All the fun of spiking a ball dipped in paint at a book had gotten to their heads however, and soon the time had flown by and it was time for the team to arrive for practice.

"D-Don't worry Daichi-senpai," [Name] stuttered, waving her arms in front of her in order to calm the seething male. "I made sure the paint was washable! We were going to clean it up right after, I swear!"

Nodding quickly in agreement, Hinata spout out his own words of apology before telling Daichi he would start cleaning right away. He ran off, collecting all the stained volleyballs before dashing out of the gym in search for a hose, leaving [Name] with Daichi and all his wrath.

"A-At least the school director isn't here, r-right?"

As if on cue, a familiar pair of chubby hands and slightly off kilter wig opened the doors of the gym. Daichi could feel his heart skip a beat as the school director cast a glance around the paint covered room, a scowl on his face. Turning towards the young female, Daichi said one thing.

"[Name], you better start running."

…Throw something; a pencil, a ball dipped in paint.