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Kageyama pants as sweat drips down his brow.

                With intense focus, he pours the last ingredients into the bowl at the center of the pentagram. He slices both his palms, letting blood drip into the bowl before it bubbles and over-flows onto the floor. With wide eyes, he lights a match into the liquid. He watches with bated breath as the sigil catches fire, black masses twisting and contorting into shape before his eyes.

                Oikawa had warned him- he told him not to. He said that after last time, he shouldn’t even try to bind another being to him- but Kageyama never got as far as he has by listening to Oikawa. At least if he dies, he won’t be around for the bastard to rub it into his face.

                With a final gurgle, the fluid settles into two humanoid shapes as the flames slowly extinguish themselves. Kageyama watches satisfied as the two beings settle into their new forms.

                Who ever said you couldn’t summon a demon with sour gummy worms and chocolate milk?

                "You've made a mistake human!" The red-haired demon cackles, arching backward to point at the black-haired summoner with long spindly fingers. His ash haired companion looks unamused. Still, he sighs, and humors his partner.

                "We will rip apart you pathetic human society as retribution. We’ll destroy everything that your species has worked for- we'll eat your children, rape your women, set fire to your government, and watch as it all falls to ruin. We will take over everything your frail society has created and-"

                "Great. Get on with it then."

                The two demons look at him in shock, their mouths opening and closing like fish out of water. The ash-haired one recovers first, flexing a set of massive grey wings.

                "I'm sorry, I think I heard you wrong I thought you just-"

                "I summoned you here to destroy human-kind. Are you going to do it, or do I need to summon another demon?” The black-haired mage scowls.

                "I- uh- are you alright man?"

                He shrugs, "Not really."

                The two demons share a look. They don't really know what to do with that. Humans usually don't just give them the go ahead. A few over the years have tried to bind them, even fewer try to actually kill them. Most summon them, realize they're the real deal and then banish them back to hell. Never have they have had a human that summoned them and then just... let them do what they want? They don't know what to do with that.

                "Is this your first time summoning a demon?"

                "No."

                The red-haired demon blinks, once then twice.

                "So, you willingly used gummy bears and milk-"

                "They're sour gummy worms and chocolate milk you heathen."

                "...Right..."

                At this point Semi is just thinking about going back to hell. This is above his paygrade.

                "Then is this your first time binding a demon?"

                "No."

                Semi sighs, Tendo has always been better at interacting with humans than he has, but it seems that even he's thrown off by this vague, blue eyed human. Now that he thinks about it, this one is young. He can't be older than 18, his robes hanging loosely off his body. His skin is pale, and he's thin. Its as if he's stayed inside his entire life. If his words are to be trusted, Semi wouldn't put it past him. Summoning creatures, especially demons as old as himself and Tendo, takes skill and practice. To be able to do so as young as this mage is... its impressive.

                "Who were your last summons?"

                "I had a contract with Kindaichi and Kunimi." The young mage scowls."They terminated the contract and rebound themselves to Oikawa-san."

                The blue-eyed boy's fist clench, magical energy crackling as it rolls off him in waves. Barely contained electricity sparks off his skin, burning Semi as it touches him. To have that much energy stored in a human body is just a terrifying as it is impressive. It’s like this kid is a ticking time bomb- ready to blow at any moment.

                Semi wonders if his previous partners knew that. Sure, demons like him and Tendo can handle nutcases like this one, but non-demons, especially young ones try to stay away from cases like these.

                People with that much power tend to have strange habits and mannerisms, whether they're human or not(they have to find some way to cope with the power they hold. There's a reason not many people have such massive amounts of power like that.) Semi would know better than anyone. He works closely with Ushijima, a high-level leviathan. He holds massive amounts of power, but he's emotionally stunted. That's not even considering Tendo. Semi can't even begin to figure out what's wrong with him, but he knows that he's more powerful than anyone he knows.

                Now that he thinks about it, by that logic there's got to be something wrong with him too. He doesn't think he's particularly powerful- he's a fallen archangel, sure, but other than that... Hm…

                "Bond with me, Yamayama-kun!"

                Semi blinks once then twice. How much of that conversation did he miss exactly?

                "I'll help you get revenge on Oikawa!" Tendo grins, all sharp and predatory. Right. That's what's wrong with Semi. He hangs out with and regularly goes along with this idiot. Willingly.

                Still, the newly named Yamayama-kun seems to think about it before he narrows his eyes- clearly suspicious of them(as he should be).

                "What's the catch?"

                "Catch? What catch, Kageyama-kun~" Tendo plays dumb, but Kageyama doesn't seem to be having it. He grabs Tendo by the neck, and slams him to the floor. Tendo sputters before he grins, grabbing Kageyama by the shoulders to bring him closer. "So, the little wizard's got spunk~"

                "There's always a catch. So, what is it? What do you want from me, and what do I get in return?"

                Tendo looks at him over Kageyama's shoulder. Semi sighs. He might as well go along with whatever Tendo has planned.  He’s never led him astray before.

                Kageyama tenses further as Semi plasters himself to his back. He shivers as the fallen angel breathes into his ear.

                "What do you think we want from you."

                "My soul."

                "In exchange for...?" Tendo prompts, bringing his mouth up to Kageyama's neck. The younger boy shivers, his pulse jack-rabbiting against his lips.

                Kageyama gasps as Tendo's tongue brushes up against his pulse. "Your services." He manages to spit out with heaving breaths.

                "And what if we don't want your soul?" Kageyama freezes as the red-haired demon lays razor sharp teeth against his jugular. Semi is close enough he can almost taste the cold sweat and fear at the back of Kageyama's neck. It’s delicious. At least he and Tendo are on the same page now.

                "We want you-" Semi lays his own sharp teeth against Kageyama's skin- not puncturing just with enough pressure that Kageyama can feel the threat, "- in exchange for us. Bound together for eternity."

                "Do you want that, Tobio-kun?" Tendo breaths against Kageyama’s skin just as he stops breathing.

                "Yes."

                "Then say it," Tendo adds enough pressure to make a drop of blood pool- Semi's enhanced senses picking up the scent. "Swear yourself to us."

                "But I don't know your names!" Kageyama protests, but Semi chuckles. He’s been around far to long to believe that.

                "But you do, don't you?"

                Kageyama is silent for a few moments. Semi almost caves, and gives their names but-

                "I, Kageyama Tobio, swear myself to the demons Semi, with the human name Eita, and Tendo, with the human name Satori, for all eternity."

                The demons smile.

                "I, Semi with human name Eita-"

                "- and I, Tendo with the human name Satori-"

                "Swear ourselves to the human Kageyama Tobio- for all eternity, even after death does us part."

                With the strength of an apex predator, Eita and Satori bite down into Tobio's skin, blood bursting across their tongues.

                Tobio screams.

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                Tobio finds himself missing home far more often then he’d like to admit. Staring at the flames of a dying fire never fails to remind him of everything he left behind when he was banished from the fire nation with Miwa at his side.

                Oh Miwa…

                If anyone would miss home it would be Miwa- sweet, merciful Miwa, following her baby brother away from everything she’s ever known for a suicide mission. When Tobio thinks about where she could possibly be, his heart clenches. If he knew where she was, he’d be there in a heartbeat to… he doesn’t know. Say sorry? Tell her that he never meant any of the nasty words he’s said that he didn’t mean to take her away from home and away from their mother, or from their brother or her friends.

                Tobio doesn’t know anymore. He doesn’t even know if he made the right decision. He steals a look at his sleeping companions. Semi sleeps peacefully, curled next to Tendo. Shirabu on the other hand sleeps stiffly, just as stiff, and anxious in sleep as he is awake. And Ushijima sleeps next to him, peaceful, as if he doesn’t have the weight of the world resting on his shoulders.

Tossing a few more sticks on the fire, he watches the flames grow. Tobio wonders if that’s what the world will look like if they lose. Maybe his mother’s greed would quell after she takes everything. Maybe she would have mercy…

The flames crackle and pop.

Probably not, Tobio decides. His mother has always been greedy- only the best for her. He knows he and Tooru get that from her for sure.

Tooru…

He misses Tooru the most. He misses chasing Tooru around, and training with Tooru, and Tooru please teach me that new firebending technique! But Tooru is back in the fire nation with Kunimi, and Kindaichi, and Iwaizumi because Tooru was born lucky, Tobio. You were lucky to be born.

The thought of having to beat- no kill- his precious older brother and their friends makes his hands shake. Why must the world be so cruel? And can he even do it?

“Oh, Tobio, you always were so softhearted.” His mother scoffs, “You’re just like your father.”

He misses sitting at the turtle duck pond with his dad, whispers of another brother far away in the countryside in his ear. He misses sparring with Tooru even if he would hurt him more often than not. He misses sitting in silence, doing calligraphy with Iwaizumi. He misses the quiet nights filled with mischief that he would spend with Kindaichi and Kunimi. He misses the stolen kisses tasting of carmel, chased away by the rain. He misses the nights before Kunimi and Kindaichi had looked at him with disgust, with burning hands against his ribs burning burning burning-

“Yamayama-kun?”

Tobio sucks in a deep breath, willing the flames to return to a normal state. He clutches his ribs where red handprints lay beneath his tunic. The breeze cools his overheated skin, while the sun peaks from the horizon.

“Sorry, Tendo-san.”

Tendo says nothing, at first. Instead he untangles himself from Semi to sit at Kageyama’s side.

“What were you thinking about?”

Tobio thinks about his answer before deciding on “What happens if we lose?”

“We won’t.” Tendo says with the finality of someone that has thought of the possibilities over and over again for the past three years. “We’ve got all the important people on our side. We’ve got Wakatoshi-kun, Salty Shirabu, bowl-cut Goshiki, Semi-semi, me, Karasuno, Itachiyama, Nekoma, Fukurodani, Inarizaki, and…”

“And?”

“-We have you.” Semi says, draping himself over Tobio’s back. His skin is just as cool as always. When Tendo had asked before he had said it was a water bender thing.

“Did I wake you up?” Tobio asks softly.

“No, that was Tendo.” Semi brings his head down to lay his forehead against Kageyama’s shoulder, while Tendo brings an arm up around them both. “Now what were you really thinking about?”

Kageyama hesitates, “Do you guys ever miss home?”

Tendo shrugs “Not really. My parents were really shitty. Though I do miss the badgermoles.”

Semi laughs before he holds Tobio tighter. “Well, I do. I miss the old days in the water tribe…” He’s quiet for a moment before he continues. “Shirabu doesn’t really remember her, but our mother was amazing. I miss her a lot. And before the war got to us the village used to be big, bustling… always full of life.”

“… I’m sorry.” Tobio, leans his head softly.

“I am too.” Eita lets them sit in silence for a few moments before, “What about you? Do you miss home?”

“Yeah… I miss it.” Tobio smiles, soft and sad, “I know you guys never got to see it like I remember but… it used to be beautiful.”

“Yeah?”

“Hm.” Tobio hums, looking to the sky. “In the palace there was this huge turtle-duck pond. Me and my dad would spend hours out there. Sometimes even Tooru would join us, though he’d always harass the turtle-ducks.”

“Yeah, that sounds like Oikawa.” Tendo laughs, “Oikawa Tooru- the great turtle-duck harasser!”

Tobio barks out a laugh. “Yeah, our dad would always scold him though. Then there was Kunimi, Kindaichi, and Iwaizumi.”

“The three guys that hang out with Oikawa?” Semi asks.

Tobio nods, “Yeah, Iwaizumi is the son of one of our mother’s most trusted generals. And Kunimi and Kindaichi were my best friends… maybe more?” Tobio closes his eyes, clutching his chest. “I miss them all, even my mom.”

Satori and Eita hold him as he cries.

“They weren’t always bad.” He gasps out through tears, “Tooru was such a good brother before Dad left, I miss him. I miss him so much!”

They stay like that for hours watching as the sun rises and the fire shifts and crackles before it eventually burns out with Tobio’s tears. Eventually the others circle around the other three, cuddling together and falling asleep.

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                “Niisan, can you please teach me volleyball today?!”

                Oikawa sighs. He can’t go one day without having Tobio follow him around and beg him to teach him just like he always does. Little brothers really are annoying.

                “No, Tobio-chan. I’m going to hang out with Iwa-chan!” Tobio goes to open his mouth, but Tooru quickly cuts him off. “No Tobio, you can’t come.”

                Tobio pouts as Tooru puts on his shoes.

                “Maybe later then?”

                Tooru’s tempted to say ‘Never’ but he holds his tongue.

                “Sure, Tobio.”

                He’s spared from Tobio’s pouting as Iwaizumi knocks from the door. Tooru grins, slamming open the door.

                “Bye mom, bye Tobio! I’ll be back later!”

                “Be careful! Tell Hajime-kun that he’s welcome to stay for dinner!”

                Tooru’s quick to leave as soon as possible, to drag Iwaizumi to the park.

                “Why the hell are you rushing to leave?” Iwaizumi asks, bumping his volleyball over the net.

                Oikawa grunts as he receives the ball. “You don’t get it, Iwa-chan. You don’t have an annoying little brother like Tobio.”

                “What’s so bad about Tobio? He seems pretty okay to me? He’s only 2 years younger than you right?”

                Oikawa pouts, “Well yeah! But he’s so dumb. And he’s got this adorably dumb face that makes my mom and stepdad baby him. Its super annoying.”

                “If he’s so dumb, why don’t you teach him?”

                “Iwa!” Oikawa whines, diving to receive the next ball. “You’re supposed to be on my side!”

                Iwaizumi shrugs. “I just don’t get why you hate your brother so much.”

                Oikawa scowls. “I don’t hate him; I just strongly dislike him. He’s just so annoying! He’s always following me around saying ‘Niisan, please teach me volleyball!’ and no matter how many times I say no he keeps following me around.”

                Iwaizumi rolls his eyes. Oikawa really is a shitty guy.

                “Its because he loves you and looks up to you for some odd reason. I’m not sure why, you have the personality of a pile of garbage!”

                “Iwa-chan!”

                “You know one day Tobio won’t even give you the light of day.”

                Oikawa scoffs. “As if. I doubt Tobio will ever leave me alone.”

…

                Years go by, and true to Iwaizumi’s words, Tobio does get tired of him. He makes two friends in his first year of junior high, that get him off Oikawa’s back… well that and Oikawa’s bitter reveal that him and Tobio are only half-brothers. Iwaizumi was there when Tooru snapped, and even he could see the heart-broken look on Tobio’s face. Its even more sad that after that Tobio didn’t ask Oikawa how to serve again. Iwaizumi made sure that Oikawa knew that he was a piece of shit for that.

                Though unfortunately Tobio’s friendships don’t work out. Iwaizumi finds that out when Kunimi and Kindaichi join Seijoh’s team without Kageyama.

                “Oi, shittykawa, where’s Kageyama?” Oikawa smiles, all wide and fake.

                “I don’t know what you mean, Iwa-chan!”

                “Where was your brother? He didn’t come to practice.” Iwaizumi scowls, “He wasn’t even on the roster.”

                Oikawa crosses his arms, “He’s not my brother, he’s my half-brother-”

                “And you’re a shitty guy!” Iwaizumi cuts off Oikawa’s correction with a volleyball to the back of the head.

                “Ow Iwa! That hurts!”

                “Good, it was meant to!” Oikawa pouts.

                “Meanie, Iwa-chan.” Oikawa pouts. “And I don’t get why you care so much about Tobio? I thought you were supposed to be my best-friend.”

                Iwaizumi rolls his eyes. “Just tell me what happened to Kageyama, you piece of trash!”

                “Fine! He went to Shiratorizawa!” Oikawa finally spits out, leaving Iwaizumi surprised. “Besides, even if he did go here, he wouldn’t be on the roster anyways. He quit volleyball.”

                “Why?”

                “How should I know, Iwa?” Oikawa scowls, “Go ask Tobio if you want to know so bad.”

                Unfortunately, Iwaizumi doesn’t find out until months later, after Shiratorizawa beats them in the prefectural qualifiers. Summer vacation had just started which meant that Hajime and Tooru would be spending summer together for the first time as boyfriends. That itself was pretty excited, and even better Tooru’s mother and stepfather would be out of the house leaving themselves and Tobio. Not that Iwaizumi knew about that last part- he didn’t find out about that until Kageyama opened the door for him.

                “Iwaizumi-san?” Tobio looked about as shocked to see Iwaizumi as he was to see him.

                “Kageyama?”

                The boy is different than the middle-schooler that he remembered. Now Tobio is taller- easily taller than himself. And his hair is longer too, and are those piercings?

                “Yeah.” His voice is much gruffer than Iwaizumi remembers. “Tooru didn’t tell me you were coming. Sorry.”

                He steps aside to let Hajime in.

                “Where is your brother?” Kageyama shuts the door before plopping on the couch, gesturing for Iwaizumi to take a seat.

                “He’s in the shower, so I guess I’ll sit with you until he finishes.”

                “Thanks.”

                Tobio hums in acknowledgement, pulling out his phone, and rapidly typing on the keypad before he puts it away.

                “How have you been Iwaizumi-san?” Kageyama asks him, tugging awkwardly at his black sleeved shirt. Iwaizumi is glad to know that some things haven’t changed.

                “I’m good. Sorry to show up unexpected like this.”

                Tobio waves him off, “Don’ worry about it, I wasn’t really busy anyways.”

                “Ah- um. That’s, uh good. What about you?” Iwaizumi shifts on the couch, “Why did you quit volleyball?”

                “Hm?” Kageyama shrugs, “I still play, just not on a team anymore. Too much pressure to live up to. I started focusing on my grades more.”

                “Pressure? You mean Tooru.”

                Tobio scoffs, “Well yeah. Tooru is the best setter in the prefecture, and Ushijima-san take only the best. That isn’t me.” He shifts, propping his head up with his hands, his elbows on his knees. “Besides I don’t need volleyball anyways. I do art now.”

                Iwaizumi’s mouth falls open.

                “Really I don’t think I’ve ever seen you draw.” Kageyama rolls his eyes.

                “I doubt you would have. You hang out with Tooru, not me.”

                Iwaizumi opens his mouth then shuts it. This Tobio is a lot more… snarky than he’s used too. Maybe its Shiratorizawa? It is a rich kid’s school but-

                Sawarasenai kimi wa shojo na no Boku wa yarichin bicchi No osu dayo~

                Iwaizumi blushes, but Kageyama looks unfazed as he answers his phone.

                “What?” Kageyama scowls, before his mouth falls open and he blushes, “Not right now! Iwaizumi-san’s here, I’m waiting for Tooru to get out of the shower… No, you needy little shit, you can wait a minute! … Matsun and Maki are here. Have them entertain you… yeah, I’ll order you pizza… yes with pineapples…. And I’ll bring up sour gummies for Eita… now you’re just being needy…. Yeah, ok. I love you too.”

                Kageyama sighs as he puts his phone, down.

                “Um…”

                “Sorry,” Kageyama rubs the back of his neck, “That was my boyfriend. I’m ordering pizza now if you want anything.”

                “Um, no that’s fine.”

 Kageyama shrugs. “Suit yourself then.”

“Hey Kageyama?” Tobio looks up from his phone,

“Yeah?”

“Did you say Matsun and Maki?”

Kageyama hums his agreement, and Iwaizumi frowns. He knows Maki and Matsun… he also knows that they are massive stoners.

“Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabbbbbbbbbbbbbbeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~”

A droopy haired red-head comes bounding out of the hall, plopping down in a startled Kageyama’s lap.

“Satori? I thought you were going to lay down with Eita?”

“I was, but I was bored and I missed you.” The red head complains into Kageyama’s neck. “And Maki and Matsun are too busy sleeping to pack another bowl.”

Kageyama looks at Iwaizumi apologetically, “Sorry Iwaizumi-san.”

At the sound of his name, the red-head turns abruptly around to stare at Iwaizumi, revealing Shiratorizawa’s guess monster.

“You’re Seijoh’s ace!” The red-head giggles before he smirks, “And we so beat your ass in the qualifiers. Looking forward to beating you in the spring interhighs too~”

He blows an irritated Iwaizumi a kiss before he snuggles back into Tobio.

“… Sorry, he does that.”

At that moment Oikawa decides to make his appearance, complete with wet hair and all.

“Iwa-chan! I didn’t know you were here!”

Tobio scowls, “Well next time, you can let I your own boyfriend.”

Oikawa sputters. “Tobio-chan! Who told you to be all sassy!?”

Kageyama, scoffs picking up his boyfriend as if he wasn’t a 6’2 athlete. “I learned it from you, dumbass.”

“Don’t back-sass me! I’m in charge.”

Kageyama looks at him unamused. “You’re not in charge of shit.” Tobio sticks out a pierced tongue before he goes to walk back to what Iwaizumi assumes is his room.

Tooru gapes, “TOBIO-CHAN!” He sputters, “I’ll- uh- I’ll tell mom that you’re smoking weed in the house!”

Tobio call back from the hallway without missing a beat. “Go ahead, I’ll tell her that you snuck Iwaizumi in here to fuck!”

Tooru pouts. “What a snotty little brat.”

Iwaizumi laughs, “He learned it from you.”

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                “Hey kid, look out-“

                “Oh my god!”

“Someone call an ambulance!”

                Semi wakes up with a gasp. Hunching over on his bed, he wheezes and shivers, and shakes as phantom pains pulse through his body. He feels light- like he could float away at any moment, and his head is pounding.

                It feels like it takes an eternity for his hands to stop trembling.

                “Damn.” Semi curses when he catches the time. He’s late.

                With heavy limbs, Eita stands and stumbles to his wardrobe. He tries with great difficulty to piece together the events of the night before, and how exactly he got home.

                Shit, His head throbs as he picks out a nice black suit. How much did I even drink last night?

                He tries his best to remember but all he can recall is neon club lights, pounding bass, grinding bodies, and the lights of the freeway. Semi sighs. If he can’t remember there’s no point dwelling on it.

                Eita frowns as he pulls on his suit jacket. That dream though… It was-

                Semi’s thoughts are interrupted by Etsuko bursting into his room- how typical.

Her ash-blond hair is braded down her back with a pretty black ribbon tied on the end. Eita frowns- he’s always telling her she should wear it down more, but that’s the plight of an older brother. Younger sisters really are brats- they never listen. Still its not all bad.

When Semi looks at the black maxi-dress she’s wearing, he smiles. He got that dress for her for her 16^th birthday. He’s honestly surprised she’s kept it. It makes him happy.

“That dress looks good on you,” He watches as she applies her make-up in his mirror. “So much for it not being your style huh?”

Etsuko ignores him, instead carefully applying her mascara. When she finishes, she moves on to her lip gloss. Semi frowns. He doesn’t remember doing anything to be ignored.

“You look good, ‘suko.” He tugs on the end of her hair, causing her to abruptly stop applying her lipgloss. “I really wish you’d let your hair down, y’know.”

“I know,” She smiles, tugging her hair out of the black ribbon. “You were always telling me to let my hair down, but I never did listen, did I?”

Her lips tremble.

Eita shrugs, “You never do-“

“I’m sorry, Eita.” Etsuko quickly snatches his hairbrush before she runs off.

Girls… I’ll never understand them.

Eita sighs, taking her vacant spot to tie his tie. With practiced movements, he ties it with ease before running his fingers through his hair. He sighs again.

I doubt even my hair brush could have saved this mess. Still would’ve have been good to try.

“Hey Etsu-“

“-Etsuko!” Their mother cuts him off. “Are you ready to go?! We’re going to be late!”

“Coming!”

Eita rolls his eyes. How typical for their mother to call Etsuko and not him. Oh well, that just means he’s got to get moving. Jogging down the stairs he notices his mother is already gone- probably in the car. Etsuko follows closely behind.

“You guys are so rude,” Eita complains loudly, pointendly looking at his mother though the car window. “If you would have left without me, it would have hurt my feelings.”

She says nothing, and Eita scowls. Not even his father says anything. They must be really pissed at him for how much he drank last night… either that or his method of getting home. He sighs, ducking in the car before Etsuko.

His father starts the car in silence.

“Look, I’m sorry about last night.” Semi watches as the scenery passes through the window. “I didn’t mean to get that shit-faced. I don’t even remember what happened last night.”

They still say nothing.

“Look, I promise I’ll never do it again, okay?”

The car slowly turns into a funeral home parking lot, and it suddenly clicks.

No wonder they’re so pissed. I forgot we were even supposed to be going to a viewing today.

There in front of the building stands a blue eyed man that Semi doesn’t even think he’s seen before.  His family pass by him without sparing him a second glance. Instead the man pulls a silver pocket watch out of his coat, looking between him, it, and the door with over-exagerated movements before heading inside.

Semi scoffs. “Rude.” Still he heads inside anyways.

What an asshole. I don’t even remember who I’m supposed to be seeing.

Walking though the halls, Semi suddenly finds himself wishing his family would have stayed behind. The building is huge.

“Hey.” Semi’s head snaps up catching sight of the blue eyed man turning down the hallway. Semi jogs to catch up as he stops in front of an open viewing room. He turns to look at him. “Are you ready.”

Semi shrugs, as the blue-eyed man stares at him blankly. He was just about to say something when he gestures with his head for Semi to go in first.

Keeping his head down, Eita ducks in between people- hoping to avoid the inevitable small talk that always comes with these things. Somehow he manages to get to the open casket easily enough. His mother and sister hunch over the body, with heavy sobs shaking their bodies. Behind them his father stands, with heavy hands on their shoulders. He’s trying his best to soothe them, but his own shoulders tremble with grief.

Semi feels bad he can’t remember who they came to see.

With a sigh, Semi steals himself, walking up behind them to peak in the casket to see-

Himself?

Ba-dump.

Ba-dump.

Neon lights blind him as the music pounds through his bones. He’s got to be at least 10 shots in. He doesn’t think he’s ever been this wasted in his life.

“Semiiii-kun~” A pretty brunette slings her arms around his shoulders, sloppily grinding on him, “Why don’ ya’ ta’e m’home sweet thang~” She slurs.

If Semi was 2 shots more sober, and she was like 8 shots more sober, he probably would have. But with how many he’s had, he doubts anything’s going up tonight- well except maybe his dinner.

“I can’t,” Eita giggles, his head swimming, “I’ve got a- got a-“

He scowls, what does he have tomorrow? Oh right!

“I’ve got a gig t’morrow night. Playin’ for ma best frien’s wedding.”

His date pouts, but Semi weazles his way out of the girls hold, stumbling for the exit. He bumps into a stranger on the way out.

“Hey, you ok man?” The red haired stranger looks him up and down, “You’re fucking wasted, did you want us to call you a cab or something?”

Semi laughs, patting him on the shoulder. The man’s date narrows blue eyes at him. “Nah, I can walk.”

The black haired man beside him looks up at his face before he looks at the top of his head. He frowns.

“You should really let us call you a cab.”

Semi ignores him stumbling out the door. “I’ll get a cab when I’m dead!” He slurs as he stumbles to the curb. With heavy steps he goes to cross but-

                “Hey kid, look out-“

                Bright lights blind him and then- pain.

                somuchpainpainpainpainpain-

                “Oh my god!”

“Someone call an ambulance!”

A freezing cold hand touches Semi’s shoulder.

“Should I call that cab now or…?”

Semi abruptly wrenches the blue-eyed stranger’s hand off his shoulder. He looks around the room but everyone is gone. His family and the random strangers that were once there are all gone, leaving him alone with the open casket. With shaking legs, Semi stumbles off the floor, burning his knee on the carpet. He feels nothing.

He looks over the casket to see himself. His eyes are closed, and his face is relaxed and pale- unnatural. His face looks like its been caked with pale foundation as if he was going to preform on a stage with lights far too bright for the normal stuff.

He touches his skin. Its ice cold.

“You’ve got a really pretty face.” A familiar voice perks up behind him. “Such a waste if you ask me.”

The owner of said voice leans his weight on him- heavy and burning and-

Semi quickly pushes the man off before turning around to meet the owner of the voice.

“Hey, you ok man?” The red haired stranger looks him up and down, “You’re fucking wasted, did you want us to call you a cab or something?”

“You!” Semi points an accusing finger at the red-haired man. “You knew this would happen.”

The man frowns. “I didn’t know.” He points a thumb at the black-haired man. “Tobio did though.”

Semi abruptly turns to the man called Tobio- “You knew?! And you couldn’t have told me?!”

Tobio scowls.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure that would have gone over well.” He deadpans, “’Oh yeah, just so you know you’re going to die in the next five minutes! Let me call you a cab!’”

Semi scowls as the red haired man laughs.

“Shut up, Satori.” Tobio sighs, “Anyways. Its time to go.”

Semi gapes.

“Go?! Go where?!”

Satori slings an arm around him. “Hell of course!”

“What?!” Semi looks rapidly between the two men. “You can’t be serious!”

Tobio shrugs, while Tendo laughs.

“I’ve been good my whole life- I did everything right! Why am I going to hell?”

Tobio pulls a large ring of skeleton keys out of his robe. The keys are an off-white color… almost as if they’re made out of  bone. Eita feels sick.

“Hell needs a new queen.” Tendo sing-songs, “So I chose you!”

Tobio flips through his key rings while Semi wrestles himself away from the red-head,

“No, I don’t believe this! You guys are insane- this isn’t real!” Eita rapidly shakes his head, backing away from the psychopaths. “I’m not going with you two anywhere! There’s no way this is real! Let me go or I’ll call the cops!”

Tobio abruptly pauses his movements. And Satori sighs.

“Wow, Semi-semi, you’ve really done it now.”

The blue-eyed man extends an arm to the side, a long chain creeping out of the sleeve of his robe. The white material glints red in the light as it coils around the man like a snake. Semi watches horrified as it bends and breaks with a horrible crunching sound before forming into a huge scythe made of bone. The dormant Satori suddenly appears behind him, restraining him. Semi desperately wrestles to get free as the angry reaper strides towards him with fluid motions.

The bone scythe lays deadly against his throat. Semi stops breathing.

Up close Tobio’s eyes aren’t blue, rather they’re an abyssal black promising pain and misery.

Eita closes his eyes as he leans forward, his icy cold body sending shivers through him.

“You’re ours now.” He nibbles his ear, as Satori takes to laving burning hot kisses to the skin right to to the bone scythe. “You won’t be going anywhere.”

“And scene!” Shirabu calls out as the cameras stop filming. Tendo and Kageyama both plant a kiss on either of Semi’s cheeks before stepping away.

Their co-star, (and occasional camera-man) Oikawa, gags. “You guys are disgusting!”

Tendo smirks, pulling Tobio into a sloppy make-out, complete with tongue. Tobio flips off Oikawa, pulling away from Satori with a wet smack. “Fuck you, Oikawa-san!”

 Semi rolls his eyes. These are his boyfriends.

“Tobio-chan!” Oikawa gasps scandalized before his own boyfriend smack him in the back of the head.

“Shut up, Shittykawa!”

Semi sighs. “You guys really are gross.”

“You love how gross we are.” Satori quips. Tobio nods his agreement.

“Yeah.” Eita smiles, “I do.”

Chapter Text

Ushijima knows better than most how important it is to have strong team-mates to rely on. And so he knows how important it is to get his team’s support for his latest task.

“Is everyone here?” Ushijima looks over the forms of his team-mates.

“We’re all here. Now what are we here for Ushijima-san?” Shirabu asks, leaning back against his hands on the floor.

Ushijima nods, determined. “I believe its time we convince Oikawa to go come to Shiratorizawa.”

A collective sigh is heard around the gym, with the exception of Tendo and the first years.

Semi looks to Washijo, “Coach, please help us out here.”

The elderly man shrugs. “He’s been determined to do this for the past three years. If he hasn’t given up by now, then there’s nothing I can do.” Semi sighs, hanging his head.

Tendo laughs, “That’s the spirit Wakatoshi-kun, keep chasing your dreams~”

“Thank you, Tendo.”

Goshiki looks between his upperclassmen puzzled. “Wait, Oikawa-san, from Seijoh? Why would we need him when we have Shirabu-san?”

Kageyama looks at Goshiki, “Oikawa-san was my upperclassmen in junior high. I learned my serve by watching him.”

“For real?!”

Solemly, Kageyama nods. “He’s probably the best setter I’ve ever seen…. But he’s got a shitty personality.”

Ushijima nods in agreement. “Oikawa brings out the best in all of his team-mates. He is very valuable as a setter, which is why he should have come here with us.”

“Oh, I get it! I’m in!” Goshiki nods, a fire in his eyes.

“Thank you, Goshiki.”

Unamaused, Shirabu raises his hand. “If Oikawa comes here can I transfer to Aoba Johsai.”

Ushijima tilts his head, “I suppose so, though you will be severely missed.”

Shirabu shrugs, standing from the floor. “In that case, I’m going to Seijoh.”

“Shirabu! Don’t leave me here!” Semi calls back. Shirabu turns back, sticking his tongue about before he leaves, leaving Tendo to cackle hysterically. “Shut up, Tendo!”

“However-“ Ushijim frowns, “-I am unsure of how to persuade Oikawa to tranfer here.”

“You didn’t have a plan beforehand?”  Taichi deadpans.

Ushijima shrugs.

“I think I might have an idea.” Kageyama cuts in, his face blank. “I need to make a phone-call first…”

…

“Iwa-chan~”

“Iwaaaaaaa~”

“Why are you so mean to me?!”

“That’s not very becoming of you, my friend!”

Iwaizumi considers himself a patient person. He’s dealt with Tooru pretty much every day since they were kids, so he has to be. That doesn’t mean that he doesn’t lose his patience sometimes though. The older they get, the more frequently Iwaizumi questions why he puts up with Tooru and his shit. He’s lucky that he loves him…

Iwa-chan~ Iwa-chan~ Iwa-chan~

Iwaizumi’s eye twitches. He doesn’t know when Oikawa got a hold of his phone in order to change his ringtone. Nor does he know why the hell he figured it’d be a good idea to make his ringtone a recording of him saying that goddamn nickname- as if Iwaizumi doesn’t hear enough of him when they’re together. He’s definitely going to hit Tooru the next time he sees him.

Sighing, Iwaizumi picks up his phone, abruptly stopping the endless chorus of Iwa-chan~.

“Hello?”

“Iwaizumi-san.”

Iwaizumi arches his brows, in surprise. Maybe there’s something better he can do for revenge other than hitting Tooru. He smirks.

“Yeah, I’ll be over in a minute.”

…

Oikawa is a suspicious person by nature. When Iwaizumi is nice to him all day long- no insults, no growling, no nothing- Tooru is unsettled. Even on a good day, Iwaizumi will usually drop a few Shittykawas or call him a piece of trash. The only exception is when they’re at home alone, with Iwaizumi’s mouth is a bit- ahem- occupied. Oikawa narrows his eyes as Iwaizumi walks on, seemingly in a good mood.

“Who are you, and what did you do with Iwa?!”

“Hah?!” Iwaizmu scowls, “What Trashykawa, am I not allowed to be in a good mood?!”

Oikawa shakes his head. Nope, definitely the same old Hajime.

“Why are we at Shiratorizawa anyways?” Tooru scowls. The last thing he needs is to be stuck at Shiratorizawa with Ushiwaka and his dumb kouhai, Tobio-chan.

Iwaizumi shrugs, “Coach said he needed us to pick something up. It’s Friday and he said he had to pick up his daughter from school.”

“Righhhht~” Oikawa scrunches his brows in thought. The coach does have a daughter- Tooru remembers that much. She visited to help run a training camp one summer. If he remembers rights, her name is Nanami. The odd thing however is that she’s in her late 20s- and she’s a physical therapist. A therapist that has been out of school for a while now. Tooru scowls as Iwaizumi pushes open the gym doors. “Now wait a minute, Iwa-“

“Oikawa. And Iwaizumi.”

Ushiwaka stands firm in front of them, Tobio to his right along with their back-up setter and their creepy middle blocker. The rest of the team stands off to his left, with their setter missing.

“Ushiwaka- oof!” Iwaizumi elbows him, striding past him to stand in front of Tooru’s greatest rivals.

“Do you have it?”

“Have what?!”

Ushiwaka ignores him, digging in his pocket and pulling out a 1000 yen note.

“1000 Yen.” Iwaizumi takes it from him before he nods satisfied.

“He’s all yours.”

Tooru’s jaw drops open, “-Iwa, wait just a minute-“

Iwaizumi scowls. “What?”

“This is just a joke right? April fools and all that?”

“April fools day has already passed, Stupidkawa.” Iwaizumi crosses his arms.

“You sold me to Shiratorizawa for 1000 yen?!”

Iwaizumi shrugs while Kageyama interjects- “Actually he was going to sell you for 2000 yen, but we settled on 1000 and Shirabu-san.”

“Thanks Tobio-chan.” Oikawa deadpans.

“No problem.”

Oikawa scowls, “Iwa-chan, are you really going to leave me here with them?! The team will never stand for this!”

“Actually-” Iwaizumi cuts in, “- the team already agreed. Shirabu-san is already at the gym waiting for evening practice. See ya.”

Iwaizumi makes it a point to ignore Oikawa’s various whines and protests as he swiftly runs to the door, calling out a quick “Good luck!” before leaving.

Stunned Oikawa turns back around and-

“Oikawa,” Ushijima spreads out his arms, “Welcome to Shiratorizawa.”

The room starts to sway and then-

Thud.

Chapter Text

Oikawa wakes up to the x-files theme playing from his phone at full volume. He utters multiple curses, stumbling out of bed to shut off his phone alarm. To his displeasure, it only had 43% of battery left. His phone hadn’t charged at all during the night- souring Tooru’s mood further. Not only did he have the strangest dream last night, but now his phone is going to die before he even gets to morning practice. Tooru sighs and grabs his phone charger anyways. He might as well charge his phone in the locker-room. What the coach doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

                With a frown, Tooru grabs his duffle and notices that its lighter than usual. He rummages through it and find that, yup- his practice clothes are missing. That means that they’re probably sitting in his locker in the clubroom. Tooru grimances. He hates it when he leaves them in his locker- they always stink after they sit there overnight. After that it doesn’t matter how much cologne he sprits on, it still stinks. Even worse if he puts on too much cologne, Iwa-chan will refuse to touch him until he showers twice. That’s even worse than when Iwa pumells him!

                With a scowl, Tooru scrolls through his contacts for Iwa’s number. He presses the button and waits.

                Calling…. Calling… Calling-

                Just when he thinks it’ll go to voicemail, Iwaizumi picks up with a gruff “What do you want Shittykawa?”

                “Well hello to you too, Hajime.” Oikawa holds his phone to his ear with one hand while he looks through his drawers with the other. “Do you still have my spare practice clothes over your house?”

                Iwaizumi chuckles, “Don’t worry about it.”

                Oikawa mood instantly brightens. “So, you’ll bring them.”

                “You could say that…” Iwaizumi laughs as Tooru’s doorbell rings.

                Instantly suspicious, Tooru creeps down the stairs. Hajime never knocks- he has a spare key, and has no issue coming in(whether he was invited or not. Seriously Iwa! You act like you own the place!) He walks to the door and opens it to reveal-

                “No. Absolultely not.”

                Tooru attempts to close the door but with only one hand available, he’s not very effective. Instead Tobio- annoying little Tobio-chan!- manages to get through his door with ease, Shiratorizawa’s new first year spiker following behind him.

                “Pardon the intrusion.”

                Iwaizumi laughs as Tooru glares.

                “This isn’t funny Hajime- why are Tobio-chan and Bowl-cut-kun here?”

                As blank-faced as ever, Tobio holds up a plastic bag. “We brought your practice clothes.”

                Oikawa takes the bag, though hesitantly. He peaks inside and “-NO! It was supposed to be a nightmare! Iwa-chan, tell me they’re joking!”

                “Nope.” Iwa laughs, “Go get dressed and head to practice. I’m sure Kageyama will have no issue escorting you there.”

                Tooru smirks.

                I’ll just not go. Iwa-chan will never-

                “I know what you’re thinking shittykawa.” Iwaizumi deadpans. “Try to ditch and I’ll kick your ass before I take you there myself.”

                The brown-haired setter pales, saluting even though Hajime can’t see him. “Y-Yes sir!”  Iwaizumi abruptly hangs up the phone. Oikawa scowls.

                “Oikawa-san?” Kageyama looks up at him with an arched brow.

                Cheeky brat.

                Tooru sighs- he might as well get this terrible day over with.

“Let’s go, Tobio-chan.”

                When they get to Shiratorizawa’s club room, its empty. No sign of Ushiwaka in sight. Unbothered, Tobio-chan and bowl-cut-kun (Goshiki, Oikawa learned on the walk over), start changing.

“Tobio-chan?”

“What?” Kageyama looks over to him curiously, shrugging on the long-sleeved practice shirt.

“Where’s Ushiwaka-chan?” Oikawa’s eyes narrow. “And the rest of your team?”

“They’re probably finishing up their warm-up jog!” Goshiki cuts in. Kageyama scowls, clearly unhappy at being interrupted, but he nods in agreement anyways.

“You took too long, Oikawa-san. We’re late, so we missed it.” He shrugs, “We might as well just start normal warm-ups. We couldn’t catch up by now unless we sprinted.”

“Well, I’m sure you couldn’t catch up Tobio-chan~” Oikawa taunts, putting his hands over his hips. “But I’m sure your amazing Oikawa-senpai could. How even long is this warmup run anyways?”

“5 kilometers!” Goshiki offers with a grin, and Oikawa sputters.

“Actually, I’m feeling a bit tired today,” Oikawa turns away from the two first years, “I’ll have to  beat you another time.”

No wonder they’re such monsters, Oikawa grimances anyone would be if they ran 5 kilometers before every practice.

“Sure Oikawa-san…” Tobio goes on, unconvinced. “You don’t even have your practice clothes on yet.”

“Quiet, Tobio-chan! When did you become a cheeky little brat?!”

“Bye, Oikawa-san.”

“Tobio-chan, get back here!”

                Aoba Johsai has a decently sized gym- much bigger than Karasuno’s for sure. But compared to Shiratorizawa’s gym, its small. Oikawa is almost jealous- but he quickly reminds himself that no one in their right mind needs this much space for practice.

                Huffling a sigh, Oikawa begins to stretch. He might as well make the most out of his time there. After all- he’s sure that Iwa-chan will begging to have him back any minute now! With that in mind, he sits on the floor, and bends to stretch.

                “Oikawa-san-“ Tobio sits across from him, “-Did you need help stretching?”

                Oikawa scowls. “No, Tobio-chan. I don’t need your help stretching.”

                Unfazed, Kageyama shrugs. He instead turns to the other first year. “Goshiki, come help me stretch!”

Oikawa blanches as the other first year has no issues pushing Kageyama’s back down, having him stretch until Tobio’s chest touches the ground. They hold that for a minute before Kageyama finally grunts a quick “Let me up!”

The two change positions, as if its practiced- easy and natural to them. But that’s not realistic, because this is Tobio-chan. Scowl-ey, antisocial, Tobio-chan, incapable of making friends. No way.

By the time they finish stretching, it’s about 10- about a full 2 hours after Aoba Johsai’s weekend practices usually start. In fact, if they were at Seijoh, they would probably be finishing up right about now, so they could all be ready to leave by lunch. Tooru frowns.

 Who knew Shiratorizawa were such slackers? How aggravating.

Seemingly summoned by Oikawa’s thoughts- the doors to the gym slide open, revealing none other than Ushiwaka. He’s covered in a thin layer of sweat, but otherwise seems unbothered.

                “Ushijima-san!” Goshiki cries out, flocking to Ushijima- not unlike an excited puppy. Kageyama quickly follows behind him. “How many kilometers this time?! I’ll beat you on the next one!”

                “7 Kilometers. The team is getting faster.” Ushijima remarks, looking strangely used to his Kouhai’s behavior. Instead, he turns to the other first-year. “Kageyama.”

                “Ushijima-san.” The two stare at eachother blankly.  Tooru wonders if they have some kind of telepathy. It’d make sense. He’s pretty sure they’re both aliens anyways.

                “I look forward to running with you again. It is pleasant, having someone that can keep up.”

                Kageyama nods in agreement. “Yeah. I look forward to beating Goshiki-boke with you again.”

                “Kageyama!” Goshiki sqwaks in outrage as Oikawa’s jaw drops.

                “Did Tobio-chan just joke?!” The three look at him in confusion.

                “Uh, yeah?” Tobio’s brows furrow, “I do it all the time?”

                The other two nod their own agreements but before Oikawa can dignify that with a response, the gym door slams open again. Shiratorizawa’s guess monster runs in, with double peace signs on his hands.

                “Victory!”

                “I got here first, Tendo.” Ushijimi deadpans.

                The red-head laughs, “Of course you did, Wakatoshi-kun. I’m pretty sure the only one that can beat you is Yamayama-kun. And maybe our reliable ace in training.”

                Goshiki laughs, as Tendo ruffles his hair. Abruptly, Tendo turns his attention to Kageyama- draping himself over him and cuddling into him.

                “I missed you Yamayama-kun!” Oikawa is shocked once again as Kageyama sighs, but allows the affections anyways.

                “Hello, Tendo-senpai.”

                He never let me do that! And he doesn’t call me senpai!

                “Tobio-chan!” Tobio scowls.

                “What Oikawa-san?”

                “Get away from that red-haired menace and show your Oikawa-senpai some love.” Oikawa holds his arms open, but Tobio shakes his head.

                “No.” Oikawa’s jaw drops, before he scowls thinking it over.

                “I’ll teach you, my serve.”

                The blue-eyed boy immediately perks up, “Really?”

                Oikawa opens his mouth to affirm it then realizes what exactly he offered. ”Well… no.”

                Kageyama pouts.

                “Aww, Tobio-kun~” Tendo rubs his cheek against his, “You’re so cute. Let your Tendo-senpai teach you some new tricks.”

                “Okay.”

                “Tobio-chan!” Oikawa sqwaks, “You’re supposed to say no to creepy guys like that!”

                “Oikawa-san, the only creepy guy here is you.” He deadpans, Tooru immediately deflates.

                “Nice kill, Kageyama-kun.” The ashy haired setter calls out, coming in from the gym doors and heading towards the water bottles on the bench.

                “Thanks, Semi-san.”

                “Don’t thank him for that Tobio-chan!”

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4 Reasons why Shirabu wishes he stayed at Shiratorizawa +  1 reason Seijoh wishes Shirabu stayed at Shiratorizawa.

Reasons #1 & #2: The gym and clubroom

                Seijoh’s gym is smaller than what Shirabu is used to. Comparatively, they have only about half the space and Shirabu finds their club-room repulsive. Luckily at their own school Goshiki, Tendo, Yamagata, and surprisingly Reon are the only people in the team that are really messy. However, to their luck Ushijima’s boyfriend seems to have pushed Ushijima to embrace some of his clean-freak tendencies.

They also have the added benefit of Kageyama’s own clean freak tendencies. Apparently its genetic. According to Kageyama, him, his father, and half-brother all suffer from obsessive compulsive disorders- most notably appearing in Kageyama’s obsession with keeping his hands managed, clean, and cared for. For those reasons, how Kageyama is able to date a slow like Tendo is beyond his understanding- he’s already given up on trying.

“Is your club room always this messy?” Shirabu grimaces as he leans against the cluttered bench, to pull up his shorts. “It’s disgusting.”

The curly haired third year- he thinks Iwaizumi called him Matsun- laughs. “Thank you.”

Shirabu scowls, as the droopy eyed first year walks past him. “You get used to it. Just be glad that Hanamaki, Matsukawa, and Iwaizumi-senpai aren’t haven’t a contest to see how long they can go without washing their gym clothes again.”

Hanamaki laughs at the face of disgust he makes.

Maybe I should have stayed at Shiratorizawa.

Reason #3 Lazy Spikers

Shirabu admits that he’s a little salty… a little. He also knows that he can be quite difficult sometimes- constantly giving Goshiki shit, and taunting Semi. He also knows that he also has some issues when it comes to being social- he’d rather be in his room studying than being around people. If he absolutely has to deal with people there’s a few he can tolerate- Ushijima, Kawanishi, Reon, and sometimes Kageyama- but only if he isn’t with Goshiki… or Tendo. Shirabu shivers- Tendo and Kageyama aren’t always bad together, but there’s a 50-50 chance that they will get up to something unpleasant that will usually mean a headache for him later. Luckily, more often than not Semi is with them- preventing his boyfriends from doing anything too insane.

All that being said, Shirabu does like his team (even if he won’t admit it- it’d go to their heads. Ecspecially Goshiki and Tendo.) Everyone is super talented, and they work hard. Shirabu can appreciate that- he himself had to work incredibly hard to not only make it into Shiratorizawa and maintain is grades, but because he didn’t get an athletic scholarship, he had to work even harder to get on the team and become a starter- in his first year no less.

Seijoh works hard- Shirabu is sure of it. If they didn’t, they wouldn’t be so troublesome to play against. He also knows that because they didn’t make it to during the interhigh, they only have one shot left. That being said-

“Aren’t you gonna jump for that?” Shirabu scowls at the droopy-eyed wing spiker who watches on the other side Matsukawa jumps for a super slow set. The first year- Kunimi- grimaces and sighs, lazily jumping for it. Shirabu’s eye twitches.

Kunimi looks over as Shirabu stares. “What? I jumped?”

“But aren’t you gonna try harder than that? If that’s how you act all the time it’s no wonder, you guys have never been to nationals.”

Kunimi scowls. “I’d rather save my energy instead of getting tired in the beginning.”

Shirabu rolls his eyes, “That won’t matter if you lose in the beginning. Try harder.”

Kunimi gives him a startled look before his face goes blank- lost in thought. If Shirabu actually cared, he would have asked what about that seemed to hurt him so bad. But Shirabu doesn’t care- it’s none of his business. This isn’t his team. His teams works harder than this. Its why they’re the top in Miyagi.

Shirabu sighs as the next serve goes over.

I can’t believe I’m saying this- well thinking it. I  miss Shiratorizawa… even bowl cut Goshiki.

Reason #4 Horny Team-mates

“Alright, its 11:30- start cleaning up and you guys can head out!”

Shirabu pants wiping sweat off his brow. After getting tired of Kunimi during practice matches, Shirabu had opted to work with Iwaizumi for the past hour. Iwaizumi isn’t particularly difficult to set for- not at all- he just requires different sets than Ushijima, he’s also more persistent. Iwaizumi doesn’t particularly like slow, high sets like Ushijima that would emphasize his strength. Instead, he likes quick sets that utilize a setter’s strategy- much different than what Shirabu is used too. The only reason he kept going is because he knows that Semi would have no issue adjusting to Iwaizumi, and that was enough to keep him going.

There is one strange thing about practice though.

Why are we leaving so early?

“Iwaizumi-san!” With narrowed brows he jogs up to the spiker. “Why are we leaving so early? Its only 11:30.”

Iwaizumi stops drinking his water, turning to face the 2^nd year setter.  “Yeah. 11:30 is a good time to start cleaning up. We can be out of here by noon so we can eat lunch.”

Shirabu considers it before he nods- its sound logic.

“Alright, what time do we come back?”

Iwaizumi looks at him, confused. “What do you mean?”

“What time do we come back for evening practice?”

Iwaizumi’s face lightens in understanding. “We don’t have evening practices on Saturday. We start early so we can leave early and rest. “

“That’s such a waste.” Kenjiro crosses his arms. “How can you even think of beating us if you slack off like this.”

Iwaizumi’s eye twitches. “There’s a difference between slacking and resting. Rest is important to growth.”

“Whatever. “ Shirabu rolls his eyes, opting to start packing up his things.

Iwazumi clenches his fists- What a disrespectful brat.

“Shirabu!”

“What?”

Iwaizumi crosses his arms in front of his chest, a for a moment Kenjiro wonders if they’re about to fight. He quickly disregards it- he’s pretty sure the only person Iwaizumi would seriously hit is Oikawa. (Not that Shirabu blames him, he’s played against the annoying third year 3 times so far in his high school career- he’d hit the guy too if he had to deal with him every day.)

“Go take the ball cart to the storage room.” Shirabu shrugs, running off to collect the cart. He ignores the pitying glances the others send him.

Seriously, it’s just a ball cart. If this is difficult for them, the next game should be a breeze.

With a sigh, Shirabu pushes the cart to the storage room. The door is shut and there’s a light shining from under the door. Kenjiro rolls his eyes- not only are Seijoh slackers, but they like to waste electricity too. With a scowl he pushes the door open and-

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“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Shirbu’s face flushes pink, as he quickly turns around to face away from the two third years. When the two had left 5 minutes ago, he thought they’d left for an early lunch not-

Shirabu hears a slurp and a wet pop behind him and then, “Hey, can you close your door on the way out?”

“That’s rude Matsun, maybe he wanted to join-“

“-NO!”

Shirabu abruptly slams the door closed, running back to the gym. Upon entering he immediately notices a smug Iwaizumi accompanied by an amused team. Shirabu growls.

“You-” He jabs a finger into Iwaizumi’s chest “- You knew that would happen!”

Iwaizumi shrugs. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Shirabu’s eyes twitches. He’s about one more comment from screaming. Instead, he ignores Iwaizumi, stomping over to shrug on his Shiratorizawa jacket.

“Did you put away the ball cart?”

SLAM!

Then- “Fuck you!”

SLAM!

Is it too late to go back to Shiratorizawa?

+1 Salty Shirabu

“Hey, I know your legs look like they came off a baby giraffe, but that doesn’t mean you have to be as clumsy as one.”

“Hey, I hope your sleeping because if you play that shitty while you’re awake I might actually feel bad for you.”

“Hey Hanamaki, I know you like sucking dick, but that doesn’t mean your playing should suck too.”

“Huh, Iwaizumi-san, it looks like I was wrong about you. Without Oikawa you’re actually really shitty.”

“Really Matsukawa? You can block better than that right? I’m pretty sure Tendo can block better drunk and high and sleeping.”

“Huh, I guess Ushijima was right, you guys really do suck without Oikawa.”

The whole gym heaves a sigh of relief as Shirabu leaves to go to the bathroom. Much to their dismay, Sunday practice served to show just how salty and bitter Shirabu can be. By the end of the first hour Iwaizumi regrets sending Shirabu to put away the ball cart.

Unfortunately, the only person exempt for Shirabu’s verbal abuse is Watari- but only because he missed Saturday practice for a Dentist appointment.  Everyone else was spared no mercy. Even Kunimi, who most of the time could care less, was starting to get annoyed.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I want Oikawa back.” Mattsun sighs, as everyone else nods a solemn agreement.

“But what do we do?” Kindaichi frowns, “Didn’t we already trade them.”

“Why don’t we just trade them back?” Hanamaki suggests, “They’re probably just as tired of Oikawa as we are of Shirabu, right?”

…

“No.” Iwaizumi’s jaw drops as Oikawa leans against Ushijima- Ushijima! “Shiratorizawa is actually pretty cool. I’m having a great time here. “

Ushijima nods his head in agreement.

“I apologize Iwaizumi, however Oikawa fits in very well with us. Him and Oikawa are particularly well fitted for each other. So, we must respectfully decline your offer.

…

Though they originally declined, Oikawa would end up returning to Seijoh anyways when he finds out the Ushijima is un-ironically a flat-earther, and Kageyama doesn’t believe in aliens.

Chapter Text

Oikawa wipes sweat off his brow. “What is it Tobio-chan?”

“Will you-“ Oikawa scowls- he knows what’s coming. He dealt with this enough in junior high- “toss for me.”

“No Tobio-chan, I won’t show you, my serve!” Kageyama stares at Oikawa strangely, arching an unamused brow. Oikawa flushes. “Oh… uh. Yeah. I’ll just- uh- let me get a drink of water first.”

Kageyama shrugs, choosing to go wait on an almost empty court- making conversation with Tendo and Semi who seem to be joining them.

Oikawa scowls- he doesn’t like those two. Who do they think they are getting all close to his kouhai like that? They’re a little too close if you ask him. Oikawa doesn’t like it one bit.

Putting down his water, he wipes off his mouth before jogging over- his usual smile carefully in place. “Alright, Tobio-chan ready to hit my amazing sets?”

Tobio turns away from his conversation with the two other Shiratorizawa players, instead choosing to look to Oikawa with determination. “Yes, Oikawa-san. I also got Tendo-san and Semi-san to play against us. Two on two.”

Oikawa’s eye twitches in annoyance. “Is that so? Well, the more the merrier.”

I’ll just have to show them who Kageyama’s favorite senpai is!

Determined, Oikawa gets ready to receive as Shiratorizawa’s pinch server stands behind the line. This should be a piece of cake- no one can beat Oikawa at serving! Not even Ushiwaka-chan.

“Nice serve, Semi-semi!” The server scowls.

“Shut up, Tendo!” Still, the ash-haired blond runs and jumps easily spiking the ball with practiced ease. Of course, its not as good as Tooru’s serve- no way- but Tooru has to admit that it’s pretty nasty. Tobio receives it with ease.

Tooru smirks, as the ball sits in his hands just right as he pushes it up- he’s sure that’s just the right height for Tobio-chan, even if he’s never set for him before. He’s seen side-bangs set for Tobio like this before in the Interhigh so this shouldn’t be much different.

Tobio watches the ball, before he sprints and jumps up making eye contact with Tendo. Oikawa pouts- he wanted to start off strong so he could rack up an early lead from serving. After all, he has to show Tobio how it’s done.

“Not so fast Yamayama-kun~” The red-haired blocker extends his arms- Tooru can pretty much feel Tobio’s deathly aura from where he stands. Tobio winds his arms back, before slams his right arm downwards and feints?!

Oikawa’s jaw drops. It’s not the first time he’s seen it, but even from his side of the net it still looks super annoying.  He scowls. Tobio really is a brat!

Wiping the scowl off his face, Tooru smiles. “Nice kill, Tobio-chan!”

Tobio looks back at him with a passively satisfied look on his face before- “Can you set higher, Oikawa-san? A little bit more to the left too if you don’t mind.”

Tendo and Semi laugh as Oikawa grits his teeth. “Yeah, sure thing Tobio-chan.” Tobio really is a cheeky brat!

The longer they play, Oikawa starts to realize what a menace Tendo, and Semi make together. After the first few spikes, Oikawa’s serves, and some setter dumps Tendo manages to block just about every block they send over, and whatever he misses Semi picks up with little difficulty. After a full set, even Oikawa’s serve becomes much less affective. His frustration mixed with the opposition’s adaptability has them picking up his serves a little more than 50% of the time.

“Yeahhhhh!” Tendo cheers, flashing peace signs at Kageyama after knocking another spike to the ground. “That your miracle boy SA-TO-RI TENDO~!”

Fed up and frustrated Tobio barks out a harsh “Shut up, Tendo-san!”

He stomps off to Oikawa next, grabbing him by the shirt collar and dragging him to the sidelines.

“Tobio-chan?!”

“I’m tired of being blocked by Tendo-san.” He grits out, pointing to the laughing menace. “Its super irritating.”

“Well, duh Tobio-chan.” Oikawa quips back, “But I can’t figure out a way to get past him yet. There is only two of us y’know!”

Tobio scowls. “Set faster and set higher.” Then he makes a scarily determined face that makes Oikawa shiver. “Set to me like you’d set to Ushijima-san.”

Oikawa rolls his eyes, “You’re not Ushiwaka, Tobio. Even if I did give you a set like that it doesn’t mean you’ll set like him. Besides Ushiwaka likes slow and high sets. I can’t set to you fast if you want a toss like Ushiwaka’s.”

“I didn’t say give me Ushijima’s toss.” Kageyama turns away going to walk back to the net before he pauses. “I said set like you’d set to Ushijima-san.”

Oikawa’s eye narrow and the game resumes. Much to Oikawa’s displeasure its takes a full 5 points later to finally get what Tobio meant.

“Aw still trying the same thing Tobio-kun?! You should know better than that!” Tendo quips, jumping to block. Oikawa watches Tobio’s left hand closely.

“Not the same, Tendo-san!”

Oikawa narrows his eyes- setting high and fast, much too far for the left… at least for a right-handed spiker. Determine, Tobio  brings his left hand up, spiking harshly to the court and past Tendo’s block.

“Say whaaaa?!”

Tooru grins as Tobio lands to the ground massaging his left wrist.

“How was that Tobio?”

Tobio stares at his hand before he looks up.

“It…” He grins, big and scary. “It felt good. One more Oikawa-san!”

Oikawa smirks. “Well duh-“ He looks to the other third years across the net. “We have a game to win, Tobio-chan.”

After that the game gets much more even with Tobio’s spike variations reducing the threat of Tendo’s guess blocks. Soon after Tooru starts piecing together how exactly Tendo guess blocks, putting together his own strategies. When they win by the skin of their teeth Tooru realizes that playing with Tobio is actually fun even if he is a volleyball monster. When they’re on the same side, not competing for the same spot he can admit that he might actually like playing with Tobio.

Tobio looks up at him with bright blue eyes full of excitement. “We won, Oikawa-san!” Oikawa’s heart pangs as he remembers a time when those blue eyes used to stare up at him every day. When he remembers what he did- no what he almost did his heart breaks a little. He quickly pushes it to the back of his mind instead, choosing to smirk- smug and charming.

“Well of course we won, Tobio-chan~” Tooru ruffles Kageyama’s black hair. “You had me on your team after all.”

Tobio barks out a laugh, pushing his hand away, “Shut up, Oikawa-san!”

Oikawa smiles, more relaxed and real before he wonders if he could have had this himself if he hadn’t-

“Well done, Yamayama-kun!” Tendo slings an arm around the first year, rubbing his cheek against his like an overly affectionate cat. Semi rolls his eyes but ducks underneath the net to join them.

“Well done, Kageyama-kun.” He then looks at Oikawa, before offering up a nod. “Nice game, Oikawa.”

Oikawa opens his mouth to respond be he nearly chokes as Tendo then spins Tobio around by his hips.

“I think you deserve a reward, don’t you Tobio?” He smiles mischievously as Kageyama blushes. Tendo bends his head down and kisses Tobio?!

Oikawa thought processes come to a halt as his mouth hangs open.

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“Tendo, get your filthy hands off my kouhai!” Oikawa cries out, diving towards the pair.

Satori laughs, maneuvering them away as Kageyama seems to be in a daze. Somewhere behind them, Semi sighs, but comes up and pecks Kageyama on the cheek.

“Tobio!” Oikawa cries out- “Don’t let those perverts kiss you!”

Snapping out of his daze Kageyama looks at Oikawa, confused. “But they’re not perverts though?”

Oikawa puts his head down on the hardwood floor with a thunk. He can’t believe that these Shiratorizawa monsters would brainwash his poor innocent kouhai! His poor baby- molested by two senpai~

“Tobio, I am your father! I forbid you from hanging out with these-these- predators!”  Tooru cries out, standing off the floor to meet Kageyama’s unamused face.

“Oikawa-san… They’re my boyfriends.”

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“…”

“… Boyfriends?!” Oikawa’s eyes roll to the back of his head. Tendo laughs.

Oikawa.exe has stopped working.