The Conniving Crow

Chapter 73: Barbeque

Nekomata's voice boomed as he addressed the tired and hungry players. The intensity of the weeklong training camp had taken its toll, but the satisfaction of their hard work was palpable.

"Ahem," Nekomata coughed, capturing everyone's attention. "First and foremost, let me express my deepest gratitude to each and every one of you for your dedication and perseverance throughout this rigorous training camp."

The teams erupted in a chorus of heartfelt "Thank you, sir!" echoing through the room, their gratitude pouring forth.

Nekomata's eyes twinkled with a mix of pride and amusement as he continued, "It is often said that hunger makes the best spice, and after all your exertions, your appetites must be mighty. Now, I implore you to partake in this well-deserved feast, allowing your bodies to replenish and refresh themselves."

The boys wasted no time, their hunger overpowering their exhaustion as they rushed towards the abundant spread of food laid out before them. Plates piled high with steaming dishes disappeared within seconds, the clattering of utensils and satisfied murmurs filling the air.

Watching the chaos unfold, (y/n) couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. "What a bunch of savages," she mumbled under her breath, already indulging in her own meal.

But Nekomata, catching wind of her comment, wore a mischievous grin as he retorted, "That's rich coming from the one who's already stuffing her own face."

Rolling her eyes, (y/n) shot back, "Oh, shut up, you old cat."

Their banter ignited a momentary snarl, both of them playfully displaying their fierce spirits. However, Keishin and Naoi swiftly intervened, attempting to diffuse the tension and separate the feisty pair.

But the tension soon dissolved into laughter, the shared camaraderie prevailing. Nekomata and (y/n) exchanged a knowing glance, their competitive edge giving way to mutual amusement.

With a light-hearted farewell, (y/n) slipped away from the scene, determined to find her friends and continue the afternoon in their company. 

As (y/n) shuffled around the bustling gymnasium, she couldn't help but notice Bokuto frantically making his way towards her, his eyes filled with disappointment.

"(Y/n)-san!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and longing. "Tsukki refused to eat the food I offered him!"

Suppressing a giggle, (y/n) gazed at Bokuto sympathetically, understanding the subtle complexities of their teammates' dynamic. She gently placed a reassuring hand on his arm, offering words of comfort.

"Don't worry, Bokuto-senpai," she said softly, her voice warm and soothing. "Tsukishima has always been like that. It's part of his unique personality. Just remember that you did your best, and sometimes we can't control how others respond."

Bokuto's pouting expression slowly transformed into a grateful smile, appreciative of (y/n)'s understanding. "You're right, (y/n)-san," he replied, his voice tinged with a newfound optimism. "I did my best, and that's what matters."

With a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, (y/n) playfully nudged Bokuto's side. "Well, since Tsukishima missed out on your delicious cooking, I guess it's only fair that someone else gets to enjoy it."

A smile spread across Bokuto's face as he caught on to (y/n)'s suggestion. "You're absolutely right, (y/n)-san! It's his loss and your gain! Let's dig in together!"

With that, Bokuto skillfully picked up a piece of succulent meat with his chopsticks and held it near (y/n)'s lips, a playful glimmer in his eyes.

Blushing furiously, (y/n) glanced around, aware of the curious gazes fixed upon them. She hesitated for a moment, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and delight, before tentatively parting her lips and accepting the offering.