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Grunting in frustration, [Name] threw her book across the gym as far as she could, nearly hitting her ginger classmate in the head as he went to pick up a stray volleyball. Screeching in surprise as the book nearly missed his face, Hinata froze as he felt its crisp pages graze his temple. The book landed with a resounding thump on the floor behind him and [Name] quickly ran in his direction, apologizing profusely.
"Hinata-kun, oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" Picking up the book from its spot on the gym floor, [Name] eyed her friend to make sure he hadn't been hurt. "I wasn't aiming for you when I threw it, I swear!"
"Why were you throwing your book, [Name]-chan?!" Hinata yelped, flailing his arms about at the thought of getting knocked out by the bound paper. Remembering exactly what type of book it was, he looked at her in fear. "Did it tell you to throw it across the room? Are there other dangerous pages?!"
"N-No! Well… I don't know…" Sighing in exasperation, [Name] thought it would be best to tell the truth. "Okay, so I'm kind of ashamed to say this, but I can't do this page. It's too hard…"
Showing him the instructions on the page, Hinata nodded before hitting his closed fist onto his opposite open palm as an idea struck him. "Let's go ask Asahi-san!"
Smiling with excitement, the first year duo ran over to the tall third year, eyes sparkling and hearts hopeful as they presented the instructions to Karasuno's ace. Taking one look at the book, with its new crisp pages and white, sharp edges, Asahi felt his face pale.
"E-Eh?! No way, I can't do that! It's a brand new book and that would ruin it!"
"Asahi-san, that's the point!"
"Yeah, Asahi-senpai, please! Just this once, I promise!"
The first year duo continued to pester Asahi with their ridiculous request, catching the attention of mostly everyone in attendance in the gym. Most of them tried their best to pay the rambunctious duo no attention, but the chatter that echoed from them throughout the small space had started to become quite bothersome after a minute. Daichi could feel his blood boil as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Hey, you two, don't you think you could—"
"Asahi-senpai, I won't ask you for anything else!"
Snatching the offending book from the first year female's hands, he quickly snapped it shut. His anger got the best of him as he gripped it in both hands and soon it had bent at an awkward angle beneath his grasp, creating an almost ninety degree curve. The spine of the book broke with a resounding crack and the first year duo could only stare in bewilderment. Realizing his actions, Daichi quickly released his tight grip on the book and was about to apologize, but [Name] quickly interrupted him.
"Oh! You did it, Daichi-senpai! Thank you!"
Daichi could only stare in confusion as [Name] retrieved her book from his hands before skipping away.
…Crack the spine.
Grunting in frustration, [Name] threw her book across the gym as far as she could, nearly hitting her ginger classmate in the head as he went to pick up a stray volleyball. Screeching in surprise as the book nearly missed his face, Hinata froze as he felt its crisp pages graze his temple. The book landed with a resounding thump on the floor behind him and [Name] quickly ran in his direction, apologizing profusely.
"Hinata-kun, oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" Picking up the book from its spot on the gym floor, [Name] eyed her friend to make sure he hadn't been hurt. "I wasn't aiming for you when I threw it, I swear!"
"Why were you throwing your book, [Name]-chan?!" Hinata yelped, flailing his arms about at the thought of getting knocked out by the bound paper. Remembering exactly what type of book it was, he looked at her in fear. "Did it tell you to throw it across the room? Are there other dangerous pages?!"
"N-No! Well… I don't know…" Sighing in exasperation, [Name] thought it would be best to tell the truth. "Okay, so I'm kind of ashamed to say this, but I can't do this page. It's too hard…"
Showing him the instructions on the page, Hinata nodded before hitting his closed fist onto his opposite open palm as an idea struck him. "Let's go ask Asahi-san!"
Smiling with excitement, the first year duo ran over to the tall third year, eyes sparkling and hearts hopeful as they presented the instructions to Karasuno's ace. Taking one look at the book, with its new crisp pages and white, sharp edges, Asahi felt his face pale.
"E-Eh?! No way, I can't do that! It's a brand new book and that would ruin it!"
"Asahi-san, that's the point!"
"Yeah, Asahi-senpai, please! Just this once, I promise!"
The first year duo continued to pester Asahi with their ridiculous request, catching the attention of mostly everyone in attendance in the gym. Most of them tried their best to pay the rambunctious duo no attention, but the chatter that echoed from them throughout the small space had started to become quite bothersome after a minute. Daichi could feel his blood boil as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Hey, you two, don't you think you could—"
"Asahi-senpai, I won't ask you for anything else!"
Snatching the offending book from the first year female's hands, he quickly snapped it shut. His anger got the best of him as he gripped it in both hands and soon it had bent at an awkward angle beneath his grasp, creating an almost ninety degree curve. The spine of the book broke with a resounding crack and the first year duo could only stare in bewilderment. Realizing his actions, Daichi quickly released his tight grip on the book and was about to apologize, but [Name] quickly interrupted him.
"Oh! You did it, Daichi-senpai! Thank you!"
Daichi could only stare in confusion as [Name] retrieved her book from his hands before skipping away.
…Crack the spine.
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hahahahaha I admit! cracking the spine was hard! So good job there Daichi