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Sometimes he wondered what the others thought about them; about their closeness, that strange connection. He could almost see their whispering figures in front of him. He guessed how they pointed at them behind their hands and yet didn't dare say anything because Ushijima was untouchable. Tendou, in his own way, intimidating and eccentric.
What strange constellations life had to offer.
Ace and middle blocker.
The universe and its sense of humour.
"Do you think they're talking about us?", full of curiosity he had raised his voice, an almost mischievous laugh slipping across his lips. Since the girls had blushed every time Wakatoshi looked in their direction, the redhead knew they had been watching them.
Oh, how he would love to be able to look into the heads of his classmates without restriction. Tendou wanted to see all the pictures they drew; listen to all the blunt monologues and find out what happened when he abruptly changed the rules of the game. Would they be able to adapt fast enough?
"Whatever you're doing, it's hurting," Ushijima's voice rose without a warning as he flipped through the latest Jump, "Besides, we're alone."
"You know what I mean," Satori murmured intently, tugging at the younger man's hair in a testing manner to see if it continued to hurt. Wakatoshi, however, by now looking closely at the advertisement for a new kind of instant ramen, had long since stopped listening.
The redhead tried one last time to save his work of art, but then had to realise that it was no use. No hairclip in the world could cover up this accident.
"It looked easier on YouTube somehow." There was no trace of satisfaction.
"Thank god we are." - "Huh? What are you talking about?" - "We're alone, Satori."
Ushijima was well aware that he most likely looked like an idiot.
Hopefully they had locked up.