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On the outside, Kiyoko Shimizu had her usual poker face on. Inside, she felt like her insides were being turned inside-out.
She wished she didn’t give in to Daichi’s and Yui’s nagging. She wished she canceled on them the minute Sugawara told her that he couldn't make it that night.
You’re not being fair, she thought to herself. It’s not Yui's and Daichi’s fault to have found love. She had seen their affection for each other grow over the years: They’ve been confidants since freshmen year, they both love volleyball, and Yui’s sincerity balanced out Daichi’s sternness towards their teammates’.
Meanwhile, Shimizu took a chance on an arrogant bastard and look at the state she’s in, bitter over the fact that one of her closest male friends is stumbling through his darling girlfriend’s favorite Arashi song, and getting just slightly annoyed at how appreciative the girl’s response is to it even if it’s just awful.
She will never know this love thing. Better if she never does.
Ugh, she hates being melodramatic.
“Shimizu?" Yui asked.
The song had ended, and the long pause revealed that Shimizu was lost in thought. She gave an apology as she blinked up at them.
Yui gave an understanding smile, “Why not try a sad song, Shimizu? Let those bad feelings out.” She suggested.
“You’re good friends. I will spare you that.” Kiyoko gave a wry smile in response. “Punch in the Doraemon theme song.”
Daichi give a chuckle, “Whatever works for you.” There was a buzz from his direction, and Daichi took out his phone. “Huh.” He said out loud, then showed the phone to Yui, who gasped.
“Looks like we have to cut this short.” Daichi’s tone turned serious.
“Why?” Shimizu asked, puzzled. When Daichi didn’t reply, Shimizu’s tone turned sharp, “What is it? Is someone in the team hurt?”
“Not yet.” Daichi sighed. “Shimizu, I’d rather you not come along.”
“What?! Daichi.” She said his name as a warning, forcing Daichi to explain,
“Kageyama, Tanaka, and Noya are at the police station. They got into a fight with some boys...” When Daichi’s voice trailed, Shimizu realized who those boys were.
They paid for their hour at karaoke and quickly hailed a cab from there. At the police station, they were escorted to their cell. Tanaka, Kageyama, and Noya were on one end – scruffled. On the other end were three other boys from Aoba Johsai, including the cause of Shimizu’s heartbreak: Tohru Oikawa.
“I got him for you, Shimizu!” Tanaka yelled, pointing at Oikawa. “That fat lip is for you! That’s what he gets for taking advantage of our beautiful manager!”
“Goddammit.” Shimizu whispered.