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"Okay, so... What answer did you get for number 5, Noya-kun?"
The second year Libero solemnly passes his paper across the table to [Name]. He watches her read over his answer and cracks a confident smile. He's certain that he's got it-
"Wrong," [Name] says in a deadpan voice, then makes a buzzer noise with her lips. "You mixed up the direct and indirect objects again." She slides the paper back. "Try it one more time."
Nishinoya groans and then drops his head to the table with a bang.
"Again?! I was sure I had it right that time!" He grouses as he rolls his forehead from side to side. The boy turns so that his cheek is pressed to the paper strewn surface. His hazel eyes shine pitifully as he sends [Name] the biggest puppy dog pout he can muster. "Can we take a break? I can feel my brain turning into mush!"
[Name] eyes him skeptically. As much as she would like to go easy on him, she knows that repetition is the most effective method for the Libero. Stay strong, [Name]! Don't let those gorgeous eyes sway you.
"We took a break not that long ago," she reminds him. "Not to mention the exam is tomorrow."
Nishinoya whines petulantly. "We still have plenty of time. Come on. Just a little break!"
[Name] gives Nishinoya a stern look.
"Noya... You have to pass this one. You won't be allowed to go to the training camp otherwise." The girl clicks her tongue when Nishinoya continues looking at her with those big eyes. "I'll leave if you're not going to take this seriously."
[Name] stands from the table, trying to make a point. She doesn't get far though, as Nishinoya shoots upright and snags her hand.
"Wait, don't leave! I still need your help!" Nishinoya grasps her hand between his, his eyes beseeching. "Pleaaaaaase!"
[Name] tilts her head, her expression impassive although she knows that she never intended to leave in the first place. Nishinoya could be a frustrating idiot at times, but he was her idiot and she wanted him to succeed. Sometimes he needed the right nudge.
"You'll take it seriously then?" She asks.
Nishinoya nods furiously. "Yes! Just one more small break and then I'll be serious. Promise!"
[Name] pulls her hand free and plants her hands on her hips. She stares at him for a moment, intense enough for him to feel sweat begin to bead at his brow. Then she sighs and raises a single finger.
"One more break," she says. "Five minutes. Then back to work."
Nishinoya perks up when she relents, but deflates a bit at the short time allotted. Then a wicked idea forms in his mind and he reaches for her raised hand again. She suspects nothing as he gently uncurls her fingers and then tugs on her arm, silently requesting for her to sit beside him.
"How about 30 minutes?" He asks in a low voice as he brings her fingers up to his lips. Nishinoya presses gentle kisses to her fingertips and begins travelling up her palm. He doesn't miss her subtle shiver when he reaches the thin skin of her wrist.
"10 minutes," [Name] says stubbornly. But her resolve is already wavering, the discipline to push him off getting farther from her grasp the further up her arm he travels.
Nishinoya hums as if in thought, but he can't contain his smile when she subconsciously tilts her head away, opening up access to her neck. He accepts the invitation, nipping her lightly on the side of her throat. He relishes in the tiny gasp she lets out.
"20 minutes," he bargains as he lingers just below her ear.
She huffs when he kisses the corner of her mouth, so close but still too far for her liking.
"Well?" He asks as he draws back, an impish smirk on his unfairly handsome face.
[Name] frowns, irritated that he knows exactly what he's doing to her. And why is he so far away now?
Nishinoya is prepared when she curls her fingers into the front of his shirt, meeting her lips eagerly when she yanks him forward. He's smiling far too smugly when she pulls away, but he can't help it at the adorable way she pouts her lips.
"15 minutes," she says, "take it or leave it."
"Yes, ma'am," he agrees cheerfully and then loses himself in the feel of her plush lips on his.