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“nm?”
semi plays with your cheeks, fingers poking and smushing them. mochi, he thinks.
“semisemi!” tendou chides. “are you gonna gobble her up or something?”
semi ignores him in favour of playing with your little hand. “don’t listen to him, yeah?” he tells you.
“ei-cha!”
he laughs softly, cradling you in his arms.
“oh? do you know my name?” tendou asks.
“riri!” you giggle, swatting at him. tendou laughs, tickling your tummy and you squeal, swatting at him.
“a-and me?”
you turn towards goshiki, who, despite his embarrassment, looks you in the eye as he waits for your answers.
“mumu!”
goshiki “mumu” tsutomu will never forget your kindness as he passes on into the next life.
“hey.” reon walks over to you in semi’s arms with a plastic bag in his hands. ushijima and yamagata trail behind him.
“we’re good to go.”
“num?” you ask.
yamagata ruffles your hair. “don’t worry, we have snacks for you!”
you giggle, bouncing in semi’s arms in delight.
“what are we doing about this afternoon then?”
ushijima blinks. yes, what were they to do? he and his fellow third years on the team decided to get together for some exercise and a short game of volleyball. (goshiki has eavesdropped on their conversation and asked to join.) they had been outside doing laps with you as their timer and record keeper. after his fourth lap, ushijima had found a baby in place of you. they came to the conclusion that this wee little baby was, in fact, you with your excited cries of their names and overall enthusiasm to see them. although, they still don’t know why you had suddenly turned out this way. when the rest of the group caught up, they decided to go to the nearest convenience store for some materials. semi, tendou and goshiki offered to watch over you as the rest of the team got the necessary items.
“mm, we could have someone watch over her and take turns,” reon suggests.
“ouh!” you babble, swiping in the direction of the plastic bag.
reon smiles, digging in for a stick of umaibo. he unwraps it and offers it to you.
“‘maibo!” you squeal.
semi laughs. “of course, you recognize it!”
“maybe we could go to the park by that bakery,” goshiki suggests. “it’s probably empty now.”
ushijima watches with rapt interest as you eat your umaibo.
you catch him looking at you, and offer a bite to him. “num?”
“no, thank you.”
semi looks up to him. “do you want to hold her, wakatoshi?”
yes, he thinks. he would like to hold you. ushijima nods and opens his arms up for you. you readily accept him and nuzzle your head into his chest. he enjoys the affection, supporting you with a large hand on your back as you continue to munch away.
“the runs were the last thing we had to do anyways,” yamagata says.
“let’s go back to the dorms? there’s a common area,” tendou suggests, playing with your little feet.
“kyaha!” you laugh, kicking at him.
“how cute,” reon chuckles. ushijima agrees.
“what if other people see her?” goshiki asks.
“what do you think, wakatoshi?” semi looks up at him.
wakatoshi would just like to have you in his arms. he likes the warmth you give off and the tiny, tiny features and short limbs you had—not to mention, your little smile.
“anywhere is fine as long as it’s safe,” he says at last.
semi crosses his arms. “won’t other people see her in the dorms?”
“do you have tissue?” wakatoshi asks. your cheeks were full of crumbs.
reon nods, opening up a packet and handing it to ushijima. he wipes at your mouth.
“fmm!”
“you are a messy eater,” he comments.
tendou pats ushijima’s shoulder. “wakatoshi-kun, she’s a baby.”
shirabu sighs. “let’s just bring her back to the gym for now.”
“yeah,” reon adds. “we can think about it while cleaning the gym.”