Chapter Text
One Sunday every month, the captains get together.
It was not their idea, originally.
It was the coaches.
Some figured it would help them let loose… **cough cough, Ushijima**
Others figured it would help them calm down… **cough cough, Terushima… and Bokuto… and all the others(?)**
And the first meeting went great.
And the second.
It was when they became friends that everything went to shit.
“Kurooo!!!!!”
“He Bro!” Kuroo smiled. “When did Akaashi leave for church?”
“At six. SIX! Who gets up at six on a SUNDAY !”
“Ukai.” Daichi mumbled. “Hinata.” He held up two fingers. “Ushijima.” He held up another. “ME SO I COULD GET HERE ON TIME!”
“Chill man,” Terushima smiled. “Have a coffee.”
“Thanks.”
“Listen,” Terushima wrapped an arm around him and everyone froze, “now that you have a coffee, can I have that Hinata kid for a little-”
Daichi stomped on his foot. “Touch my first years and you die.”
“And speaking of first years, Lev just has no idea what the hell he’s doing.” Kuroo whined.
Daichi sighed. “But Hin-”
“Listen. Hinata is a precious, innocent work of nature and you leave him alone.” Bokuto snapped.
“I know that!” Daichi fired back. “But just once, I’d like him to peacefully walk into practice, say hello, and get down to business.”
“TO DEFEAT THE HUNS!” Kuroo, Bokuto, and Terushima yelled simultaneously.
“At least Hinata knows how to hit the ball. I think with Lev its luck 70… no 62 percent of the time.” Kuroo explained.
“Just have Kenma teach him.” Futakuchi sighed.
“I TRIED! But Kenma just tries to set it to him once, ONCE, then gives up. How is going to make captain if he does that?”
“You’re going to make him captain?” Bokuto asked.
“NOT IF HE KEEPS THIS UP!”
“I just left it up to the second years.” Daichi shrugged. “Suga may have talked me into this family metaphor thing but LORD do I hate it.”
“DADchi!” Bokuto started laughing, before everyone joined in.
“Wait… does that make Sugawa-” Kuroo stopped.
“Please don’t say it.” Daichi sighed.
“SUGAMAMA!!!???” Kuroo laughed.
“REALLY?” Bokuto cackled.
Daichi nodded with a sad sigh.
“So then who are the problem children?” Terushima asked. “And can I borrow them for a little bit?”
“You want the list?” Daichi snarled. “Its enough to have your own damn team. Noya. Tanaka. Hinata. Kageyama. Tsukishima. And on the bad days, Asahi. He’s so big. He should act like it sometimes! AND WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT TOUCHING MY FIRST YEARS! Asahi is off limits, he’s my best friend. And if you want Noya and Tanaka, you’d better have a manager they think is better than Kiyoko. Do you have that?”
“No.” All the other players shook their heads.
“EXCUSE ME! Our managers-”
“Did they make a handbook on how to play against Shiratorizawa? Can they keep you in line? Can one word from them drive you to tears?”
“Well-”
“Are they hot?” Kuroo added. “Cause if they’re hot, I’ll come play for you.”
“Fuck you, Kuroo.” Terushima threw his empty coffee can at him.
“HEY!”
“Grow up, both of you.” Daichi sighed, effectively cutting them off. “No one is going to a different team.”
“Can I trade Kazuma Bobata for Lev?” Kuroo ignored Daichi.
“Screw that.” Terushima spat. “Hey Moniwa, can I trade Bobata for Aone?”
“Fuck no.”
“NO TRADING! NO ONE IS SWITCHING TEAMS!” Daichi yelled.
“I worry for Sugamama.” Bokuto shook his head.
“Such an angry man for the father of his children.” Kuroo joined him.
“I am NOT a father.” Daichi snarled.
“Are you implying that Suga is a cheater?”
“But-I-NO! Suga isn’t like that!” Daichi yelled. “Suga would never cheat on me.”
“Wait…”
Everyone looked at him.
“You and Suga…” Kuroo whispered.
“You’re actually…” Bokuto collapsed.
“DATING?” Terushima gasped. “There go my chances.” He spat.
“You didn’t know?” Moniwa squinted. “Everyone at Date Tech did.”
“Shiritorizawa knows.” Came a low murmer from the corner.
“How long has Ushiwaka been here?” Bokuto whispered.
“Hello everyone! Sorry I’m late Iwa-chan stayed late last night.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“We get it.” Bokuto sat down.
Daichi sighed. This always happens. Oikawa enters, and everyone hates him just enough that things get serious for a little bit and then true chaos erupts, usually following a sentence about ‘Iwa-chan’. Sometimes… sometimes Daichi wished Oikawa would be uninvited.
Oikawa was probably (read: hopefully) almost done with his long narrative on the best parts of Iwaizumi when it happened: the snap.
“GOD DAMN IT, OIKAWA! NONE OF US FUCKING CARE ABOUT YOU AND YOUR BOYFRIEND!” Kuroo snapped.
“YEAH! WE WANT TO KNOW WHY WE DIDN’T KNOW WHY ARE THIRD MUSKETEER DIDN’T TELL US HE WAS DATING SUGAWARA!”
“You. Are. Dating. Sugawara. Koushi. And. You. DIDN’T. TEll! ME!?!” Oikawa gasped. “Since when ?”
“First year.” Daichi shrugged. “Can I have that apple?”
“Go ahead.” Terushima tossed it to him. “My life is meaningless now anyways.”
“I thought you had the hots for Kiyoko.” Daichi pursed his lips.
“Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t invite Sugawara to a threesome if I had the chance. That boy is fiiiine !”
“Watch it.” Daichi growled. “That’s MY Suga you’re talking about.”
“Ooooo. Can you join me-”
“NO.” Daichi growled. He didn’t care who said it. No sleeping with anyone other than Sugawara Koushi.
“Poo.” He heard, rather than saw, a pout.
“Moving on. What about you, Bokuto. We heard Oikawa’s rant. Time for yours.” **crunch**
“Oh…”
“That doesn’t sound good.” Moniwa opened another can of coffee.
“We… haven’t gone on any dates or anything in a while. Akaashi hasn’t agreed to any or asked me on any.” Bokuto said quietly.
“Iwa-chan and I went through something similar.” Oikawa smiled.
“Suga and I did too.” Daichi nodded.
“How…”
“Talk to him.” Daichi sighed.
“Things will only get worse if you keep pushing.” Oikawa added. “That’s what I did and Iwa-chan got mad and ignored me for three months.”
“You don’t think… Akaashi…”
“Not if you talk to him.” Kuroo added. “Kenma always says talking is the best for solving problems. But… sometimes that doesn’t work.”
“What do you mean?” Oikawa opened a can of coffee, reading Kuroo’s face. “Oh? Kuroo has a crush?”
“BRO?!” Bokuto gasped. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Cause she’s not going to talk to me.” He sighed.
“She?” Daichi asked. “I thought you and Kenma-”
“Nah. He’s just like my little brother…”
“Mad-dog is like that with Yahaba.” Oikawa mused.
“HA!” Daichi laughed.
“What?”
“Never mind.” Daichi waved it off. “What’s her name?”
Silence.
“A manager, though?” Terushima asked.
Kuroo nodded.
“One of the volleyball teams?” Moniwa guessed.
A little nod.
“That means… Daichi, Bokuto, or I know them.” Moniwa squinted. “And you seem scared. That means... “
“Kiyoko… or the little cutie with the stars.” Terushima smirked.
“Yachi Hitoka.” Kuroo sighed. The stopped. Then looked at a Daichi with such a dark aura he was purple.
“No.”
“Please, Mr. Karasuno!” Kuroo clapped his hands together. “Don’t kill me!”
“I’m not going to kill you… yet.”
“No one is going to kill anyone.” Nekoma ordered and then sighed. “Why can’t you all be more like Ushijima?”
“What?” Bokuto’s eyes raised and everyone looked at Ushijima in the corner. He was sitting there at a whiteboard, making lists.
“What are you doing?” Terushima asked.
“Making a list of who I want on my team.”
“And who’s that?”
“If I am coaching, I want a team with Tendo. The Lev one, Kuroo is talking about. I can whip into shape. Iwaizumi. Takanobu Aone. Bokuto. Kenma Kozume as my second setter. Kageyama as my first setter. Tsukishima. Nishinoya as my libero. And as much as I… am conflicted on him, Hinata Shoyo. It is the balance of cool heads and impulses that would create an unreadable team with enough players to account for injury and opponent.”
“Not third years?”
“We are graduating.” He shrugged. “There is no point.”
“We should go to the beach.” Bokuto smiled.
“What?”
“Test our teams out. Make a list of who we want to captain and have a tournament.” Bokuto explained.
“So test out the second and first years?” Terushima asked. “And why is no one from Johzenji on your team?”
“I have no use of a team that is just in it for the fun.”
“Why you....” he grumbled. “Fine. But let’s make this interesting . We coach our own teams and see who’s the better coach?”
“The winner gets what?” Oikawa sighed.
“The winner can ask one single thing of every one of us.” Daich growled.
They all smiled.
Nekoma reached for his phone and sent a text to the other coaches.
Trouble .
A BEACH trip? He sighed. WHAT WERE THEY THINKING?