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Both Hinata and Bokuto knew that this would be a hard match. Their teams and managers and coaches knew that this would be a hard match. They gazed worriedly at the two boyfriends, who score the most points on their respective teams, as they hugged and cuddled before the match. By the time warm ups were starting the two had already made their promises to try their best, but they were both downhearted, only one could go on.
It was Bokuto’s last year, he had already beaten Ushijima by default, and he had already made it to the semifinals. He was on a steady rise to the top, but if he wants to get there, he has to beat his little boyfriend. His crow that exudes sunshine, his crow that practices longer and harder than every person on this court.
Hinata knew that his boyfriend was a third year, and that this could very well be the last game of his high school volleyball career. As much as he loves volleyball, if Bokuto asked him to give it up, deep down he knew he would. However, that is why he fell in love with Bokuto, he knew he would never ask him to give it up. He would only encourage his goals, and his rise to the top. The whistle blew, signaling that the match to the death would start.
When the final ball touched the floor, neither team could believe it. The hellish game was over, and one of them was advancing to the finals. One of them would go on. The two boyfriends stared at each other in tears before hugging. The third years of one team grasped onto each other, knowing that that was it, there’s no more for them. Tears were shed as they watched the score counter go from 28, to 29. Karasuno had won, and Fukurodani had lost.
It had been devastating to watch as the boyfriends clutched each other before collapsing to the floor. Hinata in guilt, Bokuto in sadness, that was it, it was over for him. Hinata apologized profusely, he never wanted this to happen. Bokuto looked him dead in the eyes and pulled them both from the floor before cupping his crow’s face.
“Don’t apologise. You and your team have come such a long way, you have trained harder than anyone else, you deserve this,” he stared at the team as they had come to listen.
“Win for us, we will be there when you do, and so will they,” he pointed up towards the stand where they could see Nekoma watching.
“Now, as is tradition,” Bokuto turned towards his team with a watery smile, that they returned. “A lap of flying receives,” he laughed. They laughed with him and both teams, friends, gripped onto each other in happiness. Fukurodani got ready for their receives and Daichi called them over. Smiling, the crows approached ready to do a lap of receives with their friends.
“I figured we might as well show you how to do them correctly,” Daichi joked. Bokuto let out a large belly laugh. The changing room doors burst open and they looked to see Nekoma pour out of the door.
“You might want to show us how to do them, too,” Kuroo grinned. The three teams all took a lap of flying receives together. The rest of the stadium watching in amusement at, what they could easy tell, the friends.
After their lap they walked off the court, laughing. Bokuto and Hinata bringing up the rear, hands clutched together. Bokuto squeezed three times, Hinata beamed, squeezing three times back.