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“Go on a date with me?”
Silence.
Shibayama looks up at the wing spiker with wide eyes, cheeks tinted with a blush as he hears his teammates gasp. Kuguri stares down at him with blank eyes, but with how close their proximity was the substitute libero was able to see how Kuguri’s gaze was only filled with wait and eagerness.
The Nekoma team watches with wide eyes, not expecting the wing spiker from the team they beat to just go up to one of their teammates and just bluntly ask him out on a date. But then again who would think that, to begin with anyway? Shibayama’s mouth opens and closes slightly multiple times, shocked gaze meeting Kuguri’s.
Kuroo was thinking of stepping in, his instinct telling him that his teammate was uncomfortable. He steps forward, but he immediately stops, jaw dropping along with everyone at Shibayama’s answer.
“Uhh, sure!”
Kuguri smiles just the slightest bit, barely even a millimeter of his facial muscles moving but Shibayama sees it. A part of him told him that the minimal movement was just so only he can see it but he doesn’t have time to think about that, instead, he reaches for his phone that was in his team jacket and opens his contacts list.
Shibayama holds it up for the wing spiker, Kuguri gets the message and takes the phone in his hand, quickly typing his number in and texting himself through the libero’s phone. He hears a tiny ding from his phone and hands it back to the libero.
“I’ll text you the details ‘kay?”
All Shibayama could do was nod.
Kuguri walks past the libero, chin held high as he also passed by the Nekoma team, he spots his teammates just a couple of feet away and rolls his eyes, he zips up his jacket, and sends a threatening glare towards his teammates. “Quit staring”, he mutters, before grabbing his bag from Kazuma who was previously holding it for him.
Everyone’s silent as they try to process what the fuck they just witnessed.
Meanwhile, Shibayama was staring at his phone, heart fluttering as he sees a new message already popping up on his phone.
kuguri:
you look nice
does next week work for you pretty?
Shibayama practically melts on the spot.
:shibayama
yeah, thank you btw :]
“Oi, Shibayama-kun”, the libero looks behind him, meeting everyone’s confused gazes. Yamamoto was the first to speak.
“What the heck was up with that?”
Shibayama shrugs. “I dunno”
Everyone hears a cough from a couple of feet away, everyone turns to see Suguru and Kazuma, standing there with an equally confused expression on their faces. Suguru looks to Shibayama, a not-so-threatening and intimidating gaze in his eyes.
“Kuguri… Asked you out?”
Shibayama looks back to his phone, surprised to see another message.
kuguri:
np
ill talk to you later in the evening ‘kay?
:shibayama
okie
He looks up again, a small smile on his face accompanied by a shy blush, eyes meeting everyone's expectant ones.
“Looks like it”