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Morisuke leaned against the wall of the gym waiting for Lev to finish changing. He watches the rest of Nekoma and Fukurōdani file out. The clicking of bike locks from the racks and post-practice chatter floats through the door into the gym. Lev was taking his sweet time getting changed, leaving Yaku to people watch as everyone collected their things and left.
Finally, Lev emerges from the changing room, bouncing across the gym to where Morisuke stood.
“Hey sorry I took so long! My shoelaces wouldn’t come undone for some reason. My dad is running late but he’s on his way!” He plopped down next to Morisuke, tapping his knee while looking out the door for his fathers car.
Morisuke nodded, looking down, for a change, at the top of the middle blockers head. He wondered if he dyed his hair that color or if it was natural. He refrained from touching his hair, embarrassed to let Lev know that he had any sort of fondness for him. Instead, he pulled out his phone, distracting himself by sorting through notifications.
“Oh! I think he’s pulling up…” Lev told Morisuke as he stood up, turning to poke his head out of the open door.
Morisuke followed suit, and as the cool night air hit his face he heard a muffled beat. It became more and more recognizable as music as the sleek black Audi sedan drove up to the gym. As it came to a halt, Lev picked up both of their bags, grabbed Morisuke’s wrist and pulled him towards the car.
“добрый вечер папа!!!” Lev said to the tall silver haired man sitting in the driver's seat as he pushed Morisuke into the car, putting his bags into the trunk before taking a seat.
The driver turned back to face them, smiling at the two boys. “добрый вечер Лев. Nice to finally meet you, Yaku. Lev speaks very highly of you!”
Morisuke was taken aback. Lev talks about him at home? He also could have sworn he had seen this man before, yet couldn’t quite place him. “Nice to meet you too sir. Thank you for driving me home.” Morisuke replied.
“Oh don't be so formal, call me Mr. Nikiforov,” Viktor turned back to the wheel and started to drive. “How was practice today boys?” he asked.
“We won our practice match! I think that the other team thought they had it in the bag. Also, I passed that test I thought I would fail. It’s been a good day! I think, Morisuke, you had fun too?” He poked the shorter boy.
“Hah yes I did. I had a test today that I passed as well.”
Viktor smirked to himself. He glanced back at them through the rear view mirror. “Lovely. Happy to hear it.” There was a slight pause, the warm glow of streetlights dancing on the seats as they drove through Tokyo. Viktor breaks the silence. “Ey, Lev,”
“Yeah?” Lev looks at his father through the rear view mirror.
“He’s very polite. I like him. I think your dad will like him too. Why haven’t you invited him over yet?”
Lev’s eyes went wide and his face started to take on a red hue. “PAPA. I told you to forget it. I shouldn’t have said anything. I don’t think he likes me. Let’s just get him home and we can talk after.” He speaks quickly and panicked, and it only fuels Viktor's fire.
“Okay, okay, we can get him home, but this conversation isn't over. Yaku, apologies for speaking Russian, it’s something of a habit with Lev. Anyway, would you like to come to our house for dinner? It’s getting late and you both should have eaten already. If you think your parents would be ok with it you are more than welcome!” Viktor grinned to himself as Lev froze in the backseat.
“Oh, uh thank you but my parents are out of town and I have to feed my dog when I get home. Thank you for the offer though!” Morisuke spits out quickly. Lev relaxes and makes a face at Viktor through the mirror.
“Aw, too bad. Give the dog a pat for me! We will have to find another time to have you over.”
“Heh… yeah…”
They were all quiet for the rest of the ride with only the shitty Russian pop, that had been on since before Viktor picked them up, playing. Viktor pulled up to what the GPS told him was Morisuke‘s apartment.
Morisuke opened the car door, thanked Viktor, and quickly walked into the apartment building. As soon as he was out of sight of the car, he dashed up the stairs and into his apartment. Locking the door behind him, he leaned back and slid down the door. His phone buzzed. Pulling it out of his pocket, the notification taunted him from behind the screen.
Hey, morisuke_neko3! It’s Duo! Keep up your Russian practice with a quick lesson!
“Fuck me.”