warnings : cursing.

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UNDOUBTEDLY, THE ANONYMOUS project gained a lot of attention a few hours after the announcements were made for the club projects.

this surprised hotaru greatly, because the library club ( shortened to book club ) wasn't as popular as it was until now.

perhaps the project was just that brilliant, all thanks to [last name] [name].

and luckily, the volleyball team got VIP passes to be able to submit their notes an hour early before the boxes are opened for all students.

it's just one of the perks of the president being very good friends with three of the members.

"are you going to write something?" bokuto asked his friend as they ate lunch together. "for the project, i mean."

"not sure yet. you?"

a cheeky grin was plastered on bo's face. "yeah! i want to write two things, actually!"

"enlighten me."

"well... one, i wanna write something deep. so people respond, you know? it's not gonna be boring."

"and the next?"

bokuto's ears suddenly turned crimson when he was about to say it. "...nevermind... it's going to sound stupid."

"oh?" akaashi turned his chopsticks to point at the captain. "okay?"

"ANYWAY! how about you?"

the ravenette pursed his lips in thought. he wanted to try and write something that would either entertain, contribute to the gossip, or something for himself.

"ooh! agaashie, you can ask for free food?"

"no, i have enough."

"how about if they watch the volleyball matches?"

"i think most already do."

"then how about if anyone likes you? you can just say 'does anyone like akaa — '"

"no," the setter remarked almost instantly, scaring bokuto a bit as a nervous chuckle left his lips.

"why not?"

"because — because i don't need to know, bokuto-san," akaashi said, rubbing the temples of his forehead. he was stressing a bit too much over this silly thing — he knew it himself, but he really wanted to give this a shot for once.

"oh come on! imagine how many fangirls would write for you — "

bokuto was about to continue, but akaashi shoved a sushi roll in his mouth using his chopsticks to shut him up.

"i appreciate your ideas, but they aren't going to work. let me think."

it was silent for a few moments. the setter was in deep thought, for he didn't want to embarrass himself in the process of trying out something really new.

he didn't even realize that the lunch break was finished, until bokuto suddenly yelled in his ear.

"AGAASHIE!"

a quiet gasp left his lips while he snapped his head to face his friend, who was already standing up with a pout.

"are you okay?!"

"i am, i am," he said as he closed his bento box and sighed. "just thinking."

"oh. okay!"

the sudden switch of mood didn't faze keiji. what did disturb him was how much thought he was putting into this.

akaashi just wanted to make a good impression to those who saw his note, albeit no one knowing who the author is.

as the two friends headed for their respective classrooms, an idea popped into the setter's head.

"bokuto-san, what 'deep thing' are you going to put in your note?"

the question made the captain laugh out loud, making some students turn at the sound. the two didn't care, however.

"i wanted to say that..." his voice dropped to a whisper. "i used to eat sand because i thought it was sugar and salt mixed in one."

another fit of laughter bubbled from kotaro, while akaashi rolled his eyes. it was a considerably dumb thing to put in a confession box, but at least the vice captain wasn't going to be the only one trying out a risky move.

"how about you? i wanna know!"

"no."

"please?"

"not a chance."

( 🐚 )

"why so happy?"

"b*tch, who said i couldn't be?" [name] sighed, placing a pen on their friend's palm. "here's your calligraphy pen. thanks, by the way."

"anytime, [name]! also, i'm not saying you shouldn't be happy, i'm just wondering why," hotaru shrugged, swinging his sling bag to the front so he could insert his pen inside.

"because i got a good score on my test!" they exclaimed, proudly showing them a passing score on the most recent math exam.

"although the guy in front of me got a higher score, though. i took a quick look at his first answer, turns out i completely missed out on how the formula actually worked. that's why i didn't get a higher score."

hotaru snickered. "too bad you didn't remember!"

"i could've! don't doubt me," [name] huffed, folding the paper and placing it in their bag. "but i did steal a few glances from the same guy in front of me during the test."

the 3rd year raised an eyebrow, tilting his head at the student. "oh? who's this smart guy anyway?"

"i don't know," the [hair color]ette shrugged.

as they turned a corner, a familiar black haired male with an owl-like friend of his also passed by.

ironically, him and [name] locked eyes for a split second. it felt like an eternity in that moment — no matter what the secretary told themself, there was no denying that those eyes were pools of purity.

even after that moment, the student still had their head turned to watch the boy walk next to his taller friend.

"is that him?"

"yep," [name] shrugged, catching up to the intrigued male.

"oh? that's akaashi keiji."

"wait — what?"

dumbfounded, [name] swiveled their head to look back at the ravenette who's barely in sight, before turning back and turning embarrassed.

"...i kinda forgot his name, but yeah, that's the smart guy who i copied answers from..."

"[name] you absolute dumb*ss, that's the setter from the volleyball team you met two days ago."

"WHAT?"

the secretary had to process this for a few seconds. they were so caught up in their thoughts that reo had to drag them to the front of the library via pulling on sleeve.

"oi, get your head out of the clouds, lovebird."

"who are you calling a lovebird?!" [name] grumbled, pulling away from hotaru's grasp as they marched away, straight for the set-up in front of the library. the male sighed under his breath as he hastily followed.

the set-up was simple; tables were laid together with a simple tablecloth. there was a writing station where all the writing materials were placed, and a submission station where both display grids and boxes were put together.

there weren't many people there, but there were a lot of submissions. it was most likely because the students themselves didn't want to be caught submitting a note, hence why they waited after club hours.

a shorter girl with a braid walked up to the approaching secretary.

"uh- hi! can we write about anything here?"

[name] nodded. hotaru also snuck up behind them and gave a thumbs up.

"yep! write about anything and everything! and if you want it to be displayed..." he gestured to the grids attached to the wall in the submission station. "then you can hang it up there. don't worry, you can submit whenever, even when there's no person around here."

the girl bowed, and rushed back to the writing station to take some supplies for herself.

hotaru grinned, pulling [name] over to the submission boxes and grids. "i want to see what people wrote! i'll check the grids, you check the boxes."

"sure thing."

the two set their bags down on the tables and began to sift through the papers separately.

[name] found some of them amusing — most of then were anonymously confessing to someone, some were coming out ( and the secretary supported them ), some were just plain old silly, along with the purposely kindergarten-esk handwriting.

"hey, i found someone that said they think that pineapple on pizza is bad. yay or nay?"

"[yay/nay], that's a really deep question, wow," [name] shrugged, earning a frown from hotaru.

"you sucker. i like it on pizza. but not too much pineapple, of course."

the [hair color]ette shrugged. "then why don't you reply to it and put it on the board?"

"fine then! i'll be the one to cause the controversy!" the male exclaimed, quickly grabbing a pen and popping it open.

"you gotta respond to one of the notes too then."

"eh? fine," [name] remarked, not really wanting to back down on a measly request.

their eyes scanned through the colored sticky notes pasted on the grid. one of them caught their attention, though.

it was shaped differently — not into the usual square, but instead, it was folded into a heart.

a yellow, paper heart.

[name] peered closer, seeing what was written in cursive. whoever wrote this had a steady hand, for the penmanship was top tier in [name]'s eyes.

it was a very simple note. one that the 2nd year took to the time to both appreciate and question the owner.

all that was written was; friends?

that was it. it boggled [name] to see such a simple request written on the board for everyone to see. this made them quite interested in the writer — and they also had a lot of questions for their motive in writing such a note.

so...

it wouldn't hurt to write back, right?

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tbh, ive never tried pineapple on pizza LMAOOOO

also yes im trying to get out as much updates as possible in time for when i go back to dreaded school

i hope u guys have a good day :D