"Silent Treatment"

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On the sweet cushions of your bed, you sat, knees to your chest, as you sulked about the previous incidents with your ignorant boyfriend, leading you to go on home ahead of him.

Additionally, you still weren't over the fact that Futakuchi would actually go out of his way and embarrass and discourage you. 

To have taken up the position of Captain, you expected more maturity from the male, though you should've lowered your expectations in the first place, with his provocative personality and all. 

"(y/n)-Chan!!!" His voice, as delightfully as your named rolled off his tongue, you weren't swooning for him as of the moment.

It was as if the existing irritation on your face enhanced once you heard the door to your bedroom open and close shut, a set of footsteps followed. 

"Oh? (y/n)-Chan? What's wrong? Not feeling well-- I called it, after you left before practice and all." Futakuchi stood at the end of the bed, hands on his hips as he questioned you about your state. 

Immediately, you averted your gaze over to the balcony, resisting the urge to look at his reaction to the coldness you displayed to him just now. 

"I'll go get some chocolate then... But you're not wearing my hoodie, so it can't be that time of the month." You felt him shuffling around the room before he cut the silence once more. 

Futakuchi hummed, in a state of wonder. "Well, March is almost over so I'm sure that time is too... Since you're usually on it some period during the first two weeks of a month." He then sighs, plopping down the bed, beside you.

"It could either be an upset stomach or an upset girlfriend then." He concluded, mood shifting towards a more serious sort. 

Futakuchi reaches out to touch your shoulder but you dodged his attempt, frown visibly deepening. "I guess that's the latter..." He sighs again.

"(y/n)~" He purred, getting close to you, you retaliating by shifting closer to the edge of the bed. This movement between the two of you continued until the space was no more than a mere inch. And Futakuchi, despite being a mischievous motherfucker, didn't want you to fall off and get hurt so he stopped. 

 'Let's see (y/n) wasn't mad at me this morning until classes ended and we walked to the gymnasium too... So it could only be some time during practice!' He cited the sequence of events from earlier. 

'During break she even wanted to play with me...--' That's when realization hit him and he flashed back to the scenario that you were most likely upset with him about. 

Flashback start

"Kenji-Chii! Lemme play~!" You exclaimed, already picking up a ball and running towards your boyfriend, who admired how adorable you looked when you were excited.

Especially when you were excited to do something that involved him and his interests. 

"Okay!" Futakuchi grins, walking over to the side of the net, waiting for you to get across from him. "What do you wanna do?" Futakuchi asks.

"Actually..." You fidgeted with the ball in your hands for a moment before you linked your eyes with Futakuchi's again. "Can you hit my tosses? I've been practicing a lot with the volleyball you gave me." Warmth seeped into your cheeks at your request, but you wanted to try if you've made any progress at all. 

What better way than to practice with your boyfriend, who was a wing spiker and all.  

Futakuchi almost melted at your confession, but contained himself as he nodded. How could he refuse such cuteness?

He got in position, nodding to you, to clarify that he was ready when you were. "Kenji-Chii Here!" You huffed as you tossed-- more like threw the ball up in the air, not even towards the spot where you wanted it to go.

Futakuchi, not wanting to make you doubt yourself, jumped up anyway and hit your toss. It went out, though that was evident enough. 

"H-How was it?" Hope surged inside your (e/c) irises as you stared into Futakuchi's brown ones. "Could have used a bit more height, but o-overall not bad..." He lied, seeing it worth it as you reacted with a cute-ass grin. 

"Let's do it again then!" You cheered, much to Futakuchi's dismay. 

He hit your tosses over and over again, but you were still going after 28 tosses, Futakuchi....? Not so much.

Now you were undeniable, but he was also growing tired, and you were just standing there chucking balls at him while he was slaving to get to each and every one of them, just to satisfy you.    

"Oi, (l/n)-Chan, I think that's enough, Futakuchi looks like his legs are giving out any moment." Sakunami points out, getting a mouthed 'thank you' from Futakuchi. 

"Oh? Sorry Kenji--Chii!" You apologized, bowing your head a little. "Don't mind." Futakuchi smiled. 

"Not to mention your tosses were going everywhere, he could barely keep up." The libero follows up and you looked at Futakuchi for clarification. 

"Well..." Futakuchi starts, sweat trickling down his temples. "Primarily they were too short to hit, but maybe that's just you (y/n)-Chan." He bluffed, extending a hand out to pat you on the head.

That comment, you were okay with, until some discouraging words were said, prolonging his previous point. 

"You should probably give up on trying to learn how to play volleyball (y/n)-Chan, you won't stand a chance because of your height and how frail you are. You'll get crushed easily!" He said it with such a wholehearted smile that it shattered your pride in a matter of seconds. 

You silently went your way after that, of course the other noticed but Futakuchi was too busy laughing at his own 'remark' to notice that you had left. 

Flashback end 

After a few moments of thinking it over, Futakuchi lets out a growl of frustration. 

"Man I'm so lame!" He shouted, slamming his head onto the wall where the bed was leaning against, multiple times might I had, you grew worried that he was going to actually make it bleed.

"K-Kenji!" You yelped.

"You're not even using that cute nickname to call me right now! Gosh I really messed up (y/n)-Chan! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He slammed his head one more time, hard, before he got knocked out of consciousness. 

You watched as a large, bleeding wound formed on his forehead. You sighed to yourself, shaking your head at his reckless behavior. 

"I feel like I'm the one at fault here, having you hurt yourself to unconsciousness." You mumbled, moving his massive figure, so he was laying down properly. "Jeez, couldn't you say sorry like a normal person?" You continued to scold him.

You stared at his relaxed features, though his brows were slightly creased. 

"I'll go get the first aid kit, I suppose." You grumbled, stepping away to leave until a hand shot out to grand your arm. 

Futakuchi groaned out another apology before his arm fell back in place. You huffed, "I get it, I get it. You're forgiven, not like I had a choice, you were basically hurting yourself because of me." You leaned down and planted a kiss on his lips before proceeding to the bathroom where the first-aid kit was.  

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