⸗ MATTSUN chucks a crumpled piece of paper at your head, grinning when a string of curses leaves you making people in the library turn around and stare. “ready to leave?,” he says, already pushing his chair back to stand up, his hands hovering over the books spread out in front of you—and of course, he only gives you a second before he grabs them all at once, shoving them into his bag. “hey!,” you yell, jumping at him to revive your notes—unfortunately, in vain. the next thing he grabs is you, throwing you over his shoulder (and no, the punches you’re landing on his back make no difference). you’re unable to work for the rest of the day, because what mattsun wants, he gets (and let’s be real, you were going to get kicked out of the library at that rate anyway).
⸗ AKAASHI isn’t one to complain about you working too much, being busy himself—but what he won’tstand for is you spending the little time you get together typing away on your laptop. “love,” he stresses, hand squeezing your thigh gently, “why don’t you take a break, hm?,” he tries to reason—because there’s no way he’d say it directly. “i can’t,” you reply, although you’re already slowing down, mind aching to leave your work unfinished. it only takes one pout and a snarky “you could’ve done this yesterday,” from akaashi to make you abandon your files, turning to bury your head in akaashi’s cashmere sweater, making the man smile secretively. (in other words, he was jealous of how much time that little screen gets to spend with you, well, it’s all good now).
⸗ IWAIZUMI nudges you, an arm wrapping around your waist as he shifts onto his side to look at you—he’s lying down, so his face ends up right in your tummy, making you let out a tired laugh. “just a sec, haji,” you say, ruffling his hair, “almost done.” the broad man grunts, pausing for a second before shaking his head no and propping himself up on his elbows—"you’re leaving that shit, now,“ he demands, making you raise an eyebrow in amusement. ”if you’re needy, just say so,“ you jest, earning a soft glare from the man. ”whatever,“ iwaizumi grumbles—but as you set down your laptop and throw a leg over him, you both are aware of the small smile growing on his face.
