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"And with that..." You close the book that laid on your table, brushing the imaginary dust off the cover with a pleased expression. "I'm done. Again."

You finished rereading your book for the third time this week. The same book. Because this week, you had nothing else better to do except reread the same damn book over and over again. Nothing new, nothing interesting except stupid, petty drama that nobody except teenage girls would be interested in.

I need something new. Something... exciting.

You narrow your eyes at your desk and strum your nails against the mahogany. I need a new scoop.

Suddenly, something (or more specifically, someone) burst through the doors with a wide grin. "Y/N-sama! I found our new assignment!" F/N proclaimed loudly, standing up straight, proud and tall.

You try to not look excited, but your eyes give off a subtle shine as you talk, "Good, what happened?"

"Have you heard about the volleyball team? They got new first-year players!" She said, excited. "I watched them for a few minutes and they're so good! Plus, that new blonde first year is popular with the ladies! Just mentioning him will make some of 'em freak out and read it!"

She squealed, then took in a deep breath and brought out her glasses case. She wiped the foggy lenses and then placed them back on her face. "This is gonna be so fun!" She had whispered lowly to herself, face growing hot. "I'm gonna spend more time with my Y/N-sama and since this idea is super cool she's gonna be so proud of me! Then she-"

"Mmm, that's great, but are you sure students would be interested?" You sighed, placing your pen down and turning your head to her. "Teams get new players all the time at the start of the year. There are much more interesting stories, like how the soccer team's captain lashed out at the coach and slapped him-"

She bounced up to you and then spun around your spinny chair, looking directly at you with her hands on your shoulders. "You don't understand, Y/N-sama! They're crazy good! I heard one came from Kitagawa Daiichi! And the blonde first year is like, 6'2! Oh-oh, there's one who can jump like- 5 feet into the air or something! C'mon Y/N-sama, we have to check them out!"

She shook your shoulders, making you slightly dizzy and your vision started to spin. Standing up, you rolled your eyes, placing your finger on her lips forcing her to shut up. You pat her shoulder for a second, then start to walk out.

"Hmm, fine. Tell Umiko-chan we're going out. Also, ask Minoko-chan to publish the story about the coach who was at Shiratorizawa." You dismissively waved your hand. F/N stood up straight, saluting you with a grin.

"Yes ma'am!" She rushed off.

You grabbed your phone, put it in your pocket, then grabbed a camera, slinging it around your neck. Only a few minutes later, F/N ran back and stood next to you, pushing her glasses up.

"Okay, let's go!"

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"So, did they know you were watching them?" You had asked her. She stayed silent for a second, a guilty look forcing itself onto her face.

You grimaced, smacking your palm onto your forehead. "Ah well. We can just take pictures secretly. I'm sure we can pull this off. I have faith in you, F/N."

"A-Ah! I'm glad you believe in me, Y/N-sama!" F/N bowed down slightly, her cheeks going a bright red. You stifled a laugh at your friend.

"You're only 2 years younger than me, and I don't care much for formalities. Don't worry about those honorifics, I don't really care." You pat her head, ruffling her hair for a second, then walking off to the gym.

F/N touched her hair tenderly, frozen on the spot for a second. A large smile spread across her face, as she ran up to you, knocking the wind out of you from behind. "Y/N-SAMA, YOU'RE TOO KIND!"

"I said cut it out with the honorifics​!"

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F/N snuck around the corner of the gym, while you were hiding at the entrance. You occasionally took some pictures, when one of them was jumping up, most of the time it being a ginger. Taking F/N's advice, you had made sure to take some pictures of that blonde guy, and she was right. He was tall.

But, then, just as you were about to take a picture of a guy with green hair and freckles, he looked at you. Right in the eye.

You went back to hiding behind the wall, cursing less-than-pleasant words under your breath. You shut your eyes and grumbled, praying that he wouldn't say anything, but it seemed like god wasn't on your side today.

"Um- Tsukki, I think I saw someone. Scratch that, a girl. I think she had a camera." You heard him, or you had presumed, say.

"Pfft, there's nobody there Tadashi. Your mind's just playing stupid tricks on you." Another voice said.

"No, I saw somebody. I- um... Daichi, could I go to the bathroom?" He asked, a bit louder. You presumed that Daichi guy had said yes because you heard footsteps heading towards you.

Now, you didn't nearly get enough pictures. You were supposed to get 20 at least, so you could sort through them and choose which ones weren't blurry and which ones were the best quality. And as much as you tried, you could never rely on another person, or put your trust in one.

So you did the only thing you thought of.

You jumped behind the railing. The green-haired boy walked out, looking around. As he was about to look where you were, you jumped up, grabbing his shirt and tackling him behind the railing too.

Impulsivity gets the best of us, you always say, and this time was no exception. There was definitely much better ways to go about this, but those ways did not appear in your mind as fast as this did.

His face flushed up into a deep red, you on top of him, so close your chest almost touched him. One of your legs was in between his, the camera on the floor and long forgotten.

Just by looking at you, he could tell, you were older than him. "Hey, wh-what-!" He tried to yell out, but his voice was muffled by your hand.

"Shush! Look, I don't want to cause any trouble. I just need some pictures for my new paper, and F/N insisted we got them in secret."

Besides, you could be expelled for something like this. You didn't have enough time or energy left to go to a different school, so you preferred to not be kicked out for something so... trivial (at least, that was how you saw it. It most definitely was not assault).

You got off of him, hand still on his mouth so he wouldn't yell. "Don't tell anybody about this and we can forget this ever happened."

His face, by now, was burning up, and he looked like he was about to pass out any second. His eyes were fogged up, the only he could do was nod. You gave him a curt nod, removing your hand.

I... feel. Upset. Bad.

You squint at him. "My apologies; I didn't introduce myself. My name is L/N Y/N, and I'm a third-year, president of the journaling 'newspaper' club."

You put your hand out for him to shake. He stared at your neutral face in confusion, but slowly reached out his hand, shaking yours. "Yama... Yamaguchi Tadashi, first-year."

"Ah... a first year." You mused, then frowned at him. "Sorry for the harsh introduction, underclassmen. I didn't mean to jump you."

"It's uh- okay-"

"Wait, you have some scratches on your face..." You unconsciously leaned in closer to him, examining the small scratches on his cheeks and frowned.

"Did I do that? Ah... that's my bad."

He could only stand there, eyes looking side-to-side frantically. He hadn't even held hands with a girl his age before, and now his upperclassman was so close they might...

Yamaguchi nearly fell backwards from how shaky and unstable his legs had become.

"Should I get you a bandage, Yamaguchi?"

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"Did a girl just tackle Yamaguchi? Or am I seeing things?" Sugawara asked, his eyebrows rising in surprise.

"No, no, I saw that too," Daichi replied. "Is he okay?"

"We should check."

So the team walked out.

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"What the..."

You turn around to where the unfamiliar voice comes from, brows raised in shock. You pull away from the younger boy and your lips slightly parted.

"YAMAGUCHI WHAT THE HELL?! YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?!" A bald-looking guy yelled out.

"Sorry, that's my fault," you said to the younger boy. Turning towards the team, you gave them a solemn expression.

"I am not Yamaguchi's significant other. I accidentally tackled him on my way here, because I thought I had forgotten my water bottle here. I felt quite bad, so I started to check for injuries, but I unknowingly made it look quite vulgar. That was my mistake, making you all have the wrong idea." You stood back up and dusted your skirt off.

"SHE SPEAKS SO PROPER!" The bald guy yelled again. "AND SHE'S SO HOT??? HUH???"

A grey-haired man quickly hit the loud boy in the neck (effectively shutting him up and making him topple over), then smiled sweetly at you. "Ah, sorry for the misunderstanding. I'm glad you cleared that up."

"Of course-"

"Y/N-SAMA DID YOU GET THE PICTURES?!"

You freeze up, shoulders tensing and your eyes focusing on one particularly uninteresting spot on the ground. You are the worst.

"Wha- Pictures?!" The ginger who was jumpy looked at you with wide eyes. You squint even harder, staring at him with sweat beading down your face.

"Y/N-SAM-" F/N stopped when she saw the team staring at you both with unreadable expressions.

"F/N we're talking about this later," You said, refusing to look away from the team. The girl teared up comically.

"I'll keep my mouth shut next time... huhuhu,,," She sobbed.

"What do you mean pictures?" A guy, most likely the captain, nearly demanded, eyes squinting down at you. You swallowed the bile that rose in your throat.

"L/N Y/N, the president of the journaling club. I put all of our schools, and other schools' news, and put it in a newspaper so the rest of the schools in our area—and our own—are aware of everything going on. F/N and I decided to take some pictures of you all in secret. I am extremely sorry if I made any of you uncomfortable."

You bowed, squeezing your eyes shut. Then you slapped F/N on the wrist, her bowing down immediately. "I APOLOGISE!" She wailed loudly.

Only to hear chuckling. You looked up in surprise, the team was sort of laughing at your guys' behaviour.

"Ah, I thought you were... never mind. It's okay! You know, you could've just asked, it would've been fine." The grey-haired male laughed, now walking up to you and patting your shoulder. You looked up at his smile with a hopeful look.

"A-Ah..." You stuttered out. You felt so humiliated. Looking over to F/N, she was smiling while trying to hold tears in.

"THANK YOU! MAY WE PLEASE TAKE MORE PICTURES OF YOU?!" She yelled out again, unnecessarily loud. She then grabbed onto your hand, and with a red face, gripped it.

"Sure! I love your energy!" The guy laughed out, clapping his hands while turning back to his team. "C'mon, guys! You heard her, let's do our best!"

The team smiled and nodded, heading inside. You looked over to F/N once they were gone. "My hand..."

"AH! I'M SO SORRY Y/N-SAMA!" She let go of your red (and now sweaty) hand, tears spilling down her face. Hiccupping, she got on her knees in front of you. "What can I do to get you to forgive me?!"

You pat her shoulder, staring down at her depressive figure. "How about you get some good photos of them, okay? Then I'll forgive you."

"OKAY, I'M ON IT! YOU'RE BEING AS GENEROUS AS ALWAYS, Y/N-SAMA~!" She jumped up, rushing into the gym, leaving you there. You let out a sort of sigh to your junior, then started to walk in.

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