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Oikawa made a new chat

Oikawa has added Yahaba, Suga, Kenma, Akaashi and Shirabu 

Oikawa has named the chat ‘setter squad’

Shirabu:

No

Shirabu has left the chat

Oikawa has added Shirabu

Shirabu has left the chat

Oikawa has added Shirabu

Kenma has left the chat

Oikawa: ken-chan not you too ( ╥ω╥ )

Oikawa has added Kenma

Shirabu: 

The fuck is this

Suga: 

Is this a chat for setters

Oikawa: 

yes (≧◡≦) ♡

Suga: 

And Kageyama isn’t here because?

Oikawa: 

well

you see

i actually

Suga has added Kageyama

Oikawa: 

the betrayal

Suga-chan how could you (×﹏×)

Suga:

Don’t exclude my kouhai

Kageyama:

Suga-san what is this

Suga:

Setter chat

Kageyama:

isn’t there another Shiratorizawa setter?

Akaashi:

Yes there is

Oikawa:

semi eita right?

i don’t have his number

Kenma:

how did you get mine

Oikawa:

a magician never reveals their secrets ☆⌒(≧▽​° )

Yahaba:

Kuroo-san gave it 

Freely

Something about how you need to make more friends

Kenma: 

what

Oikawa: 

ya-chan  (°ロ°) !

betrayed again

Kenma:

im gonna talk to kuro

Oikawa:

ANYWAY

shirabu-chan (^人<)〜☆

Shirabu:

What

Oikawa:

add Semi-chan?

Shirabu:

No

Oikawa: 

∑(O_O;)

why not

Shirabu:

I’d rather die 

Akaashi: 

That’s drastic

Kenma:

only real thing in this chat

Akaashi:

Kenma we talked about this

Suga:

@Kageyama do you have his number

Kenma:

why would he

Suga:

He asks for the numbers of setters he meets

Yahaba:

That's kinda adorable?

Kageyama:

i don’t have it

Oikawa:

Shira-chan 人´∀｀)

Shirabu:

Never call me that ever again

Actually don’t even call me

And still no

Oikawa:

<(￣ ﹌ ￣)>

but shira-chan yowjwbwkkswknsan

Akaashi:

What happened

Kenma:

rip

Kageyama:

Oikawa-san?

Suga:

Is he dead

@Yahaba

Yahaba:

We’re in the middle of practice 

And because Oikawa-san was on his phone

Iwaizumi-san threw a volleyball at his head

Normal things

Suga:

Oh yeah

Practice

Gotta go

———

Oikawa:

I need Iwa-chan to pin me to a wall and yell at me

Akaashi:

What

Oikawa:

SKSJAJSKSKS

wrong chat

fuck

pretend you didnt see that?

Kenma:

^ but with Kuro

Akaashi:

Look at that character development 

Five days ago you would’ve denied that to hell

Kenma: 

shut up

Yahaba:

He’s just being horny

Suga:

I sense a story to this

Spill

Oikawa:

Ya-chan threw Mad-Dog-chan against a wall and yelled at him during practice

again

Yahaba:

OIKAWA-SAN

YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T TELL

Oikawa:

oops (>ω^)

Shirabu:

Why do you always have the -san 

Yahaba:

Because I'm respectful of my senpais?

Not that you would know anything about it

Shirabu:

Okay square tf up

Suga:

Well at least one of us is getting some action

Oikawa:

i hate how you’re right

Yahaba:

I don’t know what you’re talking about

Oikawa:

please ya-chan

your crush can be seen from a mile away

Yahaba:

I don’t have a crush

Suga:

Are you talking about number 16

If yes then I see it

Oikawa:

you’re the one who tamed Kyou-chan!! (ง •̀_•́)ง

Yahaba:

Tamed??

Akaashi:

I don’t know but throwing him against a wall and yelling at him screams sexual tension

Or maybe it's just me

Kenma:

it’s not just you

Shirabu:

It's not

Yahaba:

It’s really not like that

Oikawa:

youre in denial (╯︵╰,)

Yahaba:

I could say the same for you

I wanted to gouge my eyes out during practice seeing all that sexual tension between you and Iwaizumi-san

Oikawa:

ya-chan??

there is no such thing ヾ(`ヘ´)ﾉﾞ

Shirabu:

I can say with full confidence that Seijoh is full of it

And I've only seen you during practice matches

Kageyama:

I thought there is

Suga:

There is

Oikawa:

well of course i love iwa-chan

but i don’t know if the same can be said about him 

Akaashi:

Deja vu

Kenma:

if you don’t shut up i’m texting bokuto

Akaashi:

You wouldn’t

Kenma:

i would

Oikawa:

hey wait

@Shirabu

what do you mean full of it

Shirabu:

??

I'm pretty sure two and three swap jerseys

And also six and five

Yahaba:

Oh that

Yeah they do

Also please just confess Oikawa-san

I'm this close to pouring bleach into my eyes

Oikawa:

no one asked you (ノ°益°)ノ

and he doesn’t

Suga:

He does

Oikawa:

why are we talking about this

why don’t we talk about Suga-chan’s crush on his captain instead

Suga:

You brought up the topic

Suffer

Shirabu:

What is with setters and liking their ace

Yahaba:

I don’t

Suga:

Daichi isn't technically my ace

Kageyama:

I don’t like Hinata

Kenma:

if you don’t want Shoyo im keeping him

Shirabu:

Only capitalised thing in that sentence

Kageyama:

No

Hinata wouldn't like that

Suga:

He was going to say ‘Hinata’s mine’ 

I’m standing behind him

Kageyama:

I wasn’t

Oikawa:

Shira-chan is the only one who doesn’t like their ace ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ

Shirabu:

I don't like anyone

Kageyama:

I thought you liked that other setter

Shirabu:

What

Oikawa:

don’t play dumb Shira-chan (｡•́︿•̀｡)

Semi Eita of course!

Shirabu:

hwat the fyck 

I do not like Semi

Where did you even get that from

Oikawa:

we have lost another to the trenches of denial ( ;´ - `;)

Shirabu:

There’s nothing to deny

Kenma:

i’m homophobic

Akaashi:

You’re gay

Kenma:

lev and yaku make me homophobic

Suga:

What happened?

Kenma:

lev was making fun of yakus height again

Akaashi:

And?

Kenma:

yaku kicked lev again

Suga:

So it’s just a daily thing

Kenma:

yes

but then lev picked up yaku

Oikawa:

( ˶°ㅁ°) !!

Kenma:

levcarryingyaku.png

Shirabu:

Is he blushing

The short one

Kageyama:

YEAHH

Akaashi:

???

That is not Kageyama

Shirabu:

What the fuck

Kenma:

Shoyo?

Kageyama:

KENMA :D

Kenma:

hello Shoyo

Oikawa:

ohh chibi-chan ( •͈૦•͈ )

Kageyama:

:0

THE GRAND KING

Oikawa:

the what

Suga:

Hinata thinks that because you’re Kageyama’s mentor and Kageyama is known as king

It makes you the grand king

Oikawa:

ohhh (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

i think i like chibi-chan

even though his attacks are so annoying

Shirabu:

How does that work

Yahaba:

Oh it’s the sunshine one

Suga:

I’ve been told to inform you that Kageyama is chasing Hinata around the gym

Kageyama:

YEAH

BUT IM RLLY FAST

BAKAYAMA CANT CATCH ME

Kenma:

run Shoyo

Kageyama:

IM RUNNINGUGERHALFKJHBECWW

Yahaba:

Did he get caught?

Akaashi:

Hinata?

Shirabu:

I think he's dead

Suga:

kageyamaandhinatawrestling.png

Shirabu:

Gay behaviour

Oikawa:

beat his ass chibi-chan (๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭

Suga:

Oh before I forget

Suga has added Semi

Shirabu:

…

Shirabu has left the chat

Oikawa:

Shira-chan ૮(˶╥︿╥)ა

Semi:

Hi :)

Oh why did he leave

Akaashi:

Probably because you’re here

Semi:

Okay???

Oikawa has added Shirabu

Oikawa:

no leaving ( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡)

Yahaba:

I’ve been wanting to leave since day one

Kenma:

^

Akaashi:

^^

Shirabu:

 ^^^

Oikawa:

Ya-chan ( • ᴖ • ｡)

traitors all of you

———

Shirabu:

Fuck you oikawa

Oikawa:

what did i do???

Yahaba:

Be captain

Suga:

Exist

Kenma:

not pet the kitten on the way to school 

Oikawa:

this is cyberbullying

and that's oddly specific ken-chan (・_・ヾ

Akaashi:

So what happened?

Shirabu:

Because of you

Semi has started calling me Shira-chan

Oikawa:

ohh

that’s cute (♡μ_μ)

Semi:

That’s Semi-san to you

Shirabu:

Fuck off

Fuck you Oikawa 

Oikawa:

no thanks

Yahaba:

He wants Iwaizumi-san to do that

Oikawa:

Ya-chan!!

acting like you don’t want Kyou-chan to do the same ( ｰ̀εｰ́ )

Yahaba:

I DO NOT

Oikawa:

the denial is strong with this one (｡╯︵╰｡)

Akaashi:

I’ve been meaning to ask

Suga-san, how did you get Semi-san’s number?

Suga:

Oh that’s easy

Eita is my cousin

Oikawa:

WHAT

Shirabu:

What the fuck

Yahaba:

Really?

Kageyama:

i thought you looked similar

Semi:

Yeah we are

Akaashi:

I always did think you looked like a grungy version of Suga-san

Semi:

Haha yeah I've been told

Oikawa:

suga-chan why didn't you add him earlier??

Suga:

I kind of

Forgot

Because we were referring to him as like

Some other being

Semi:

What

Suga:

It wasn't on purpose

And anyway

Shirabu didn't seem like he wanted you here

Semi:

???

Shirabu

I can literally see you on your phone across the gym

Shirabu:

It doesn't mean I'm interested in this conversation 

Kageyama:

I thought Shirabu-san doesn't like Semi-san

Oikawa:

too blunt tobio-chan 

Akaashi:

I admit I thought the same

Semi:

Wow rude

Shirabu

Shira-chan?

Shirabu:

There is a reason I'm on the other side of the gym

semi-san what the fuck

Suga:

???

Kageyama:

Suga-san, Daichi-san is looking at you

Suga:

Practice can wait

Tea comes first

Oikawa:

words to live by (─‿‿─)

Yahaba:

Iwaizumi-san looks like he's about to hit you with a volleyball

Oikawa:

?? ya-chan stop him??

Yahaba:

No way

I'm not getting in the way of that

Kenma:

so was he hit

Yahaba:

Ye

Kenma:

lol

Akaashi:

Are Shirabu and Semi alright?

Shirabu:

This idiot

Shouted that nickname across the fucking gym

Semi:

You literally judo flipped me onto the floor???

Suga:

He what

Akaashi:

I didn’t know Shirabu knows judo

Shirabu:

I know some

Semi:

My back says otherwise

Shirabu:

I think it's just your age Semi-san

Semi-san what are yousushwhwkskwkw

Yahaba:

Well good riddance

Suga:

What's up between you two by the way

Yahaba:

Oh we're sort of friends

Don't listen to whatever he says

Shirabu:

Lies and slandieiejeeowowlelskskz

Kenma:

why are yaku and lev going through the same thing right now

Yahaba:

Is it kind of freaky that so are Iwaizumi-san and Oikawa-san?

Suga:

Oh so are Kageyama and Hinata

Yahaba:

Definitely freaky

Kenma:

it's the setter connection

i realise i overlooked the fact that yaku and lev are not setters

Yahaba:

It's the gay volleyball couple connection 

Kenma:

that 

Akaashi:

Semi and Shirabu have been gone for quite some time

Suga:

It's kind of sweet that you're concerned for them

Akaashi:

I mostly just want to know what happened

Kenma:

real

Semi:

I kind of tackled Shirabu

And he did some martial arts thing

And now my back and my legs hurt

Shirabu:

You deserved it

Semi:

What're you going to do when I can’t help you in training anymore

Shirabu:

I'd jump for joy

———

Eita:

fuck fuck fuck

i want him so bad

why does he hate me

Koushi:

First off that's kind of concerning considering what just went down

Secondly I don't think he actually hates you

Eita:

he didn't want me in the chat

he generally gives off i hate you vibes

Koushi:

Doesn't he do that with everyone?

Eita:

yeah

but it's stronger with me

Koushi:

So you know that saying that love and hate are two sides of the same coin

Eita:

koushi be serious

Koushi:

I am 

At least he feels something for you?

Eita:

i thought we were getting better

i dont want to lose him kou

Koushi:

Lose him?

Eita:

yeah

when i graduate

in what

three months

Koushi:

And?

Eita:

he's not going to want to keep in touch with me?

i don't think i'd be able to take it

if we meet again one day and he still looks at me with that same amount of hate

Koushi:

Eita take a deep breath

Where are you

Eita:

bathroom

practice is over

this is so fucking pathetic

Koushi:

From what little I know of Shirabu

He doesn't seem to actually hate you

It feels more like a front

Eita:

what

Koushi:

Yeah

Like something he naturally does

Get it

It's like how even though Kageyama and Hinata are best friends now they still argue and bicker with each other

Because it's natural and comfortable for them and their dynamic

Eita?

Eita:

yeah

i get it

i don't know

he seems that way with kawanashi too

Koushi:

There you have it

And Eita you don't have to force yourself to type with caps in the chat

I doubt Shirabu cares about something as little as that

Eita:

yeah okay

im going back to class

Koushi:

Me too

I'll make some cookies later

Eita:

thanks kou

———

Oikawa:

okay but logically speaking

a block of cheese is a loaf of milk

Kenma:

youve been eating too much milk bread

Yahaba:

He does

He has at least one every day

Mostly from Iwaizumi-san

Suga:

Oh?

Oikawa:

iwa-chan takes such good care of me (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

hes so my type

Akaashi:

Are you sure your type is not just built around him?

Childhood friends and all

Because Kenma's is

Kenma:

why must you expose me like this

Akaashi:

So you'd have somebody to suffer with

Kenma:

im fine wallowing in despair 

alone

Yahaba:

Um

I hate to interrupt

But

Iwaizumi-san and Oikawa-san are arguing

Suga:

What

Semi:

over?

Yahaba: 

Iwaizumi-san just said something about how Oikawa was faking everything

Oikawa-san looks like he might cry

He just stormed off

Suga:

Oikawa?

Akaashi:

Goodness

Kenma:

hmm

———

Oikawa:

i dont know what he means

Suga:

Oikawa?

Are you better now?

Shirabu:

That's an interesting argument to have

Oikawa:

why wouldn't he like my smiles?

i dont understand him

Kenma:

i think he means that

he doesnt like that mask of yours

all those fake smiles and sky high confidence

because he's your childhood friend right

he'd have seen you at your highs and lows

and if he's anything like kuro

he much prefers your raw and genuine moments

not all those fake masks and everything 

Oikawa:

oh

thank you ken-chan

Kenma:

np

Suga:

Kenma??

Did something happen with you and Kuroo??

Kenma:

oh

yeah

yesterday he was over at mine

and he said

that im really pretty

Semi:

ohhh?

Yahaba:

So what did you say

Akaashi:

He pretended he didn't hear because he was invested in his game

Also his exact words were, ‘God you're so beautiful’.

Suga:

KENMA

Oikawa:

KEN-CHAN??

you dont get to give me all this good advice and pull this shit??

Shirabu:

Did he buy it though

Kenma:

yeah

Akaashi:

It's not hard to believe

Kenma can get really invested in his games

Kageyama:

But why didn't you just confess Kenma-san?

Kenma:

dont know

Akaashi:

I keep telling you you should

Oikawa:

no offence but tetsu-chan wont do anything 

you're going to have to be the one to confess

Yahaba:

How do you know that

Oikawa:

captains chat! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Yahaba:

What

Suga:

Is that why Daichi's on his phone more?

Oikawa:

probably! 

Semi:

is Ushijima inside?

it'd probably explain all the weird things he's been asking us with no context

the other day he asked us

completely out of nowhere

would a cat win against a plant

Shirabu:

Oh I remember that

Tendou spent an hour trying to convince him a plant would win

Oikawa:

so thats why he was so certain about it

Shirabu:

Yes, because it's Tendou

Akaashi:

I don’t understand

Oikawa:

they like each other ( ´ ω ` )

not that ushiwaka knows

Akaashi:

I see

Kenma:

is that why kuros on his phone more

Oikawa:

yep (ノ= ⩊ = )ノ

anyway

you have to be the one to confess to him ken-chan!

Kenma:

ill think about it

———

Kenma:

im going to do it

Akaashi:

It's 2am

Do what?

Kenma:

confess

Akaashi:

It's 2am

Kenma:

he's awake

i know that because he's literally beside me

Akaashi:

Are you sure about this?

Kenma:

yeah

Akaashi:

Okay then

Update me how it goes

———

“Kuro, I like you.”

It was currently 2.13 a.m., and those were the last words he'd expected to come out of Kenma's mouth. He had just been about to drift off, completely comfortable with his head in Kenma's lap, when he said those four words. Kuroo's eyes shoot open, jaw dropping as he sat up to stare at Kenma. 

Kenma didn't even look up from his game when he'd said that, but Kuroo could see his ears, peeking out from his hair, slowly reddening. 

“I- You- What?” Kuroo finally said, the words tumbling out in a rush, mind caught between I love you and do you actually mean that? Kenma, his Kenma, childhood friend who didn't show a flicker of interest in anyone, who always had his head in a game, who was socially awkward. Like him.

Kenma was beginning to look uncomfortable, averting his gaze, letting his hair fall to cover his face from Kuroo's view. “I heard what you said the other night,” Kenma said quietly. 

What did he say? Kuroo frantically dug through his mind, and his eyes widened. Fuck, it was that night when Kuroo, half asleep, had blurted out that Kenma was beautiful. His heart had nearly stopped when he registered what he'd said, but Kenma hadn't even flinched. Kuroo thought he'd gotten away with it. Apparently not.

“I,” Kuroo's mouth was dry. He could see the telltale signs of anxiety on Kenma, in the darting of his gaze and the fidgeting of his fingers. With a jolt, he realised hadn't given Kenma an answer. “Fuck, wait.”

Kuroo adjusted his position so he was directly in front of Kenma, in the hopes that the younger wouldn't hide from him. “Kenma, I like you too,” he said slowly. “Like, really like you. It's kinda been driving me crazy, you know?” He rambled on.

Kenma's hands stilled, and he looked at Kuroo in surprise. “Oh,” he breathed out, and Kuroo was struck once again by his brown eyes so light they were almost golden. Now, they were looking up at him, wide and open.

“Fuck, can I kiss you? Please?” Kuroo rushed out. He thinks he might die if he doesn't get to kiss those pretty lips. (Not really, he completely respected Kenma’s boundaries, and if he didn’t want to, it was fine—)

His thoughts came to a screeching halt at the feeling of lips pressing against his own. Kenma was kissing him. Oh fuck, Kenma was kissing him. When Kuroo doesn’t react, Kenma falters, drawing back, uncertainty written all over him. Crap, he can’t mess this up. Oikawa would never let him live it down. Kuroo moved, pulling Kenma closer to him, and swallowed the small gasp the action elicits from the younger.

The kiss wasn’t perfect, but it was soft and sweet and it’s their first, so Kuroo deems it perfect. And they had plenty of time to make up for it.

(“More?”

”Later.”)

———

Semi:

do you ever think about how we’re graduating in less than three months

Kenma:

i have a boyfriend 

Semi:

what

Oikawa:

WHAT 

Suga:

Congratulations Kenma!

Oikawa:

TESTU-CHAN DIDNT EVEN TELL ME ANYTHING

I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS ⁽⁽(੭ꐦ •̀Д•́ )੭*⁾⁾

Akaashi:

Well, it only happened yesterday night

Oikawa:

if ken-chan could tell us i don’t see he couldn’t ( •̀⤙•́ )

Suga:

Why is that actually a fair point

Yahaba:

Congratulations Kenma-san!

Kageyama:

Congratulations Kenma-san 

Does this mean you’ll stay away from Hinata now?

Kenma:

yeah

still friends though

oh and i never did want to date him

Kageyama:

Oh

Okay

Oikawa:

you can go after chibi-chan all you want now (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

Kageyama:

I will

Shirabu:

Congratulations Kenma

Suga:

?? 

Kageyama are you okay?

Kageyama:

I’m fine 

Oikawa:

i didn’t expect you to just agree

Kageyama:

Oh

I realised I do like Hinata

Even though he’s annoying sometimes

I like seeing him smile

Akaashi:

That’s weirdly sweet

Semi:

That’s cute

Suga:

Going back to what Eita brought up

I can’t believe I’m graduating soon

Oikawa:

that’s why i don’t think about it ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-

Yahaba:

I don’t know how I’ll survive

Oikawa:

aw ya-chan

i already told you everything i know!

Yahaba:

Yeah but I still feel

Inadequate 

Oikawa: 

there’s a reason i chose you!

you’ll do fine ya-chan ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა

Yahaba:

I hope so 

Thank you Oikawa-san

Suga:

Akaashi, will you be captain next year?

Akaashi:

I think so

They haven’t announced anything

Kenma:

if they chose you as vice this year

they’ll choose you as captain next year

Akaashi:

I do hope so

It’ll look good on my record

Kageyama:

I will do my best to live up to you, Suga-san

Suga:

Don’t worry. you already are!

Oikawa:

\OwO/

i think we’re missing a pair 

Semi:

what

Oikawa:

semi-chan!

say something to shira-chan!

Shirabu:

Do not bring me into this

Yahaba:

Aww, you allergic to feelings?

Shirabu:

How’d you guess

I’ll break out in hives all over 

Yahaba:

You already do that to strawberries

Akaashi:

You’re allergic to strawberries?

Shirabu:

Yes

It is the bane of my existence 

Suga:

Oh?

Um

That’s good?

Yahaba:

He means the allergy

Not the strawberries

He loves strawberries

Semi:

one time I walked into the dorm kitchen and saw Shirabu go through one whole box of strawberries in ten seconds flat

Oikawa:

aren’t you allergic??

Semi: 

sure as hell doesn’t stop him 

Yahaba:

He treats his allergy like lactose intolerant people treat lactose

Shirabu:

It’s worth it for strawberries

I’d stick an epipen in for strawberries any day 

Akaashi:

This is just a guess

But Shirabu-kun, do you like strawberry matchas?

Shirabu:

…

Yahaba:

HAHHAHAHHAAHA

Shirabu:

Yes

Akaashi:

You must try this cafe when you come to Tokyo again

They have the best strawberry matchas I’ve ever had

Kenma:

i don’t like matcha and i liked it

Shirabu:

Well now I have to try it

Akaashi:

I will pm you the address

———

Semi-san:

just so you know

i think you should just continue like

working hard 

and it’ll be enough

Shirabu:

Is this from Oikawa’s message?

Semi-san:

yeah

Shirabu:

Sure

Thanks

Semi-san:

anytime 

———

Eita:

i’m going to jump off a building

Koushi:

Eita??

———

Shirabu:

You know how you’re always threatening to kill me

Do me a favour and do it right now

Yahaba:

Okay so I don’t actually mean those

And what the fuck Shirabu

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Suga:

If Daichi smiles at me one more time I might actually just evaporate into the air

Kageyama:

Is that why you got hit in the face?

Suga:

Shush

Yahaba:

I lost count of how many times that’s happened to Oikawa-san

Oikawa:

it’s not my fault!

and it happened to you before too!

Yahaba:

Not for this reason

Oikawa:

???

you were watching mad-dog-chan spike

and didn’t see kindaichi-kun return the spike

Yahaba:

I was not watching Kyoutani

Suga:

I hate to interrupt

But I may have lost a bet to a cheerleader in my school

Semi:

hah was this what you called me panicking about

Suga:

Maybe?

Akaashi:

What were the stakes?

Suga:

The bet was to see who could drink the most cokes in one sitting

Anyway I have to wear a cheerleading uniform to practice now

Oikawa:

SLKJFIOQWJKE

i didn’t know you were the kind to take those kinds of bet suga-chan ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!

Semi:

koushi takes any kind of bets

it’s kind of extreme

one time we betted on who could get the most numbers of people in under one hour

i lost guitar privileges for a week

Suga:

You acted like the world was ending 

Semi:

BECAUSE YOU CHEATED??

Suga:

Hey it wasn’t against the rules

Semi:

You pretended you were getting their number for our cousin

Suga:

Again, not against the rules

Yahaba:

Remind me to never take bets with Suga-san

Suga:

Good idea

Also I was planning to ask if all of you wanted to do it with me

Shirabu:

Do what, exactly?

Suga:

Wear a cheerleading uniforms to practice!

Kenma:

id rather die

Akaashi:

I would really rather not

Yahaba:

No way

Shirabu:

In your fucking dreams

Kageyama:

I don’t think I can play volleyball in it

Oikawa:

aww youre all such killjoys

ya-chan we’re doing it

Yahaba:

No

Oikawa:

you can’t avoid me forever!!

Semi:

eh koushi’s gonna make me do it anyway

Suga:

You do owe me a few favours

Semi:

don’t remind me

Oikawa:

kaashi-chan ken-chan come on

Kenma:

no

Akaashi:

I

Well

If Kenma does it

Maybe I will too

Oikawa:

KEN-CHAN

we’re all in this together!

or maybe ill ask tetsu-chan

but i think you’d rather it be a surprise (⸝⸝>؂•̀⸝⸝)✧

Kenma:

i hate my life

Suga:

@Kageyama It’ll be fine you can change out of it after!

Kageyama:

Oh

Okay then

Oikawa:

semi-chan i assume you’ll get shira-chan to do it?

Semi:

id rather not be killed in my sleep

Shirabu:

Good choice

Semi:

so ill get tendou and kawanashi-kun to do it

Shirabu:

I will shove hydrogen peroxide down your fucking throat

Semi:

bold of you to assume id come within thirty meters of you

Oikawa:

so thats settled then!!

———

Oikawa:

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i think we look super cute (˶ > ₃ < ˶)

Yahaba:

I feel like it’s a little small

Oikawa:

it’s fine ya-chan!

Suga:

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Kageyama:

It feels a bit weird

Kenma:

i want to die

Akaashi:

Don’t be dramatic

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Oikawa:

my eyes have been blessed

Suga:

Akaashi won in the looks department

Akaashi:

Thank you

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Since I doubt he’ll send it himself

Kenma:

fuck i forgot i sent you that

i’m deleting your island on animal crossing

Akaashi:

It’s fine

The one I have on your account was a spare one anyway

Oikawa:

aww ken-chan you look adorable ✧｡٩(ˊᗜˋ )و✧*｡

Shirabu:

I’ll drown myself in organic solvent before I send a photo 

I didn’t even know we had cheerleading uniforms like this

Oikawa:

so dramatic ( ｡ •̀ ⤙ •́ ｡ )

semi-chan?

Semi:

so

the cheerleader I’m borrowing the uniform from

didn’t come today

Suga:

What

Semi:

hey it wasn’t on purpose

Kenma:

why do i have to do this and he doesnt 

Akaashi:

A bit late for that

Shirabu:

If Semi-san isn’t doing it I’m not

Oikawa:

NO

everyone is still doing it ⁽⁽(੭ꐦ •̀Д•́ )੭*⁾⁾

also take a photo for us semi-chan

Semi:

you got it

———

“Shit, we’re going to be late.”

Suga finally put his phone away. He and Kageyama were running to the gym. They’d been caught up in putting on the uniforms - how do girls do this so fast? - and ended up forgetting about the time. Kageyama looked particularly antsy; he hated being late for practice.

They burst through the gym doors, just in time. Suga doubled over to catch his breath, cursing Kageyama for looking almost perfectly fine. His stamina wasn’t the best, okay? 

It was only then he noticed the silence in the gym. Looking up, everyone had paused in warming up to stare at them. Yamaguchi had dropped his ball, Asahi fell where he was running up for a spike, and Kiyoko and Yachi looked surprised. Ennoshita had his head tilted in confusion, while Noya and Tanaka had matching looks of shock on their faces.

Fuck, right, the uniforms. He’d almost forgotten about them.  

Suga’s gaze drifted over to Hinata. The orange-haired boy was staring openly, but his gaze seemed stuck on Kageyama. Suga couldn’t quite decipher what was in his eyes, but he could guess. Kageyama had turned red next to him, and had his gaze pinned to the floor. The sight almost made Suga want to laugh.

Finally, Suga dares to look at the one person who’s gaze he’s been avoiding. Daichi is, frankly put, openly staring at him, mouth slightly open, a red tint to his cheeks. Suga feels his own cheeks heat up, and suddenly feels shy. He doesn’t have time to dwell on it, as Noya cuts through the silence with a loud shout of, “That’s so cool!!”

Noya and Tanaka launch themselves at Suga, letting Kageyama run off to get changed, shouting and commenting on “Whoa, how’d you put on the skirt?” and “You could use this like a pirate flag!” Suga was sort of grateful for the distraction, but also kind of mortified.

“That’s enough. Go continue warming up,” Suga was saved by Daichi. Noya and Tanaka grumble, but listen to their captain, leaving to join Asahi and Yamaguchi. Suga’s momentary relief was replaced by dread when he realised he and Daichi were alone now.

There’s awkward silence. Somewhere in the gym, Hinata was shouting, probably at Kageyama. The latter's face was red, though whether from annoyance or something else, Suga couldn’t tell.

 “So, are you practicing in that?” Daichi finally spoke up, drawing Suga's attention back to him. 

Oh, Suga hadn't thought about that. Coach Ukai and Takeda-sensei weren’t here, which meant he technically didn’t have to practice. And he was kind of lazy to change out. After all, he'd spent a good fifteen minutes putting it on. It felt like a waste to just change out after five minutes. “Eh, I think I just won’t practice today,” Suga shrugged.

That day, Daichi and Hinata were suspiciously distracted. They set a new record for getting hit in the face in one practice session.

———

Over at Seijoh, Yahaba felt like he was going to suffocate in this uniform. It was slightly too small for him, and the collar was choking him. He fervently prayed Oikawa would let him change out of the uniform to play. 

“Ya-chan, you’re going to stretch out the collar if you keep pulling at it like that,” Oikawa said idly from where he’s sitting on the floor of the empty gym, scrolling on his phone. 

“I’d rather stretch out the collar than suffocate and die,” Yahaba deadpanned, adjusting the skirt. 

Oikawa’s reply was cut off by the opening of the gym doors. Both of them looked up immediately. “Yo, morning- What the fuck, Oikawa,” Matsukawa said. Next to him, Hanamaki raised an eyebrow, but neither looked very surprised. Which kind of made sense, Oikawa had done some crazy things before. Yahaba was surprised it’d taken him this long to wear a cheerleading uniform.

“Huh, can’t believe you dragged Yahaba-kun into it too,” Hanamaki said. “Blink twice if you need help.”

Yahaba rolled his eyes. He did go through with it though, making Oikawa protest while Hanamaki and Matsukawa burst into laughter. He did need help. If he had to wear this uniform for another minute, he might just tear open the collar. Which wouldn’t make Aya-kun happy. 

The rest of the team streamed in, often with loud exclamations of surprise. Yahaba contemplated whether to jump off a cliff. The sheer embarrassment was getting to him. Oikawa didn’t seem to have that problem, looking perfectly at ease, bickering with Matsukawa. 

The gym doors opened yet again. Yahaba steeled himself to deal with another round of shocked questions, but he was met with silence. Confused, he looked up. Kyoutani and Iwaizumi were at the door. They didn’t seem to have noticed him yet. Iwaizumi had noticed Oikawa, if his “What the fuck, Shittykawa” was anything to go by. The ace did look suspiciously flushed though. Oikawa laughed it off, teasing and needling Iwaizumi, but it was significantly less smooth than with the others.

“The fuck.” Yahaba nearly jumped out of his skin at the voice that came from behind him, a bit too close for comfort. He whirled around, and came face to face with Kyoutani.

“Give a man a warning, would you,” Yahaba grumbled, tugging at the collar of the top again. “Oikawa-san forced me to.”

Kyoutani frowned. “Why do you keep pulling at the collar?” He asked.  

Yahaba blinked. He hadn’t expected Kyoutani to notice that within the span of three minutes he’d been in the gym. “Oh, it’s a bit small. The collar is suffocating me,” Yahaba said, yanking at the collar again, hoping he won’t actually stretch out the collar.

“Let me see,” Kyoutani stepped closer, taking one of Yahaba’s arms to spin him around so fast Yahaba couldn’t react in time. He could feel the heat from Kyoutani’s body behind him, and fuck, was his heart racing? No way. He didn’t feel anything for Kyoutani. But that didn’t explain why he felt like he was going to have a heart attack.

He startles at the feeling of fingers on the back of his neck. Then the collar loosened, but taking in air was still difficult. The top shifts with Kyoutani’s movements, as he reties the back of the collar. Right, Yahaba had forgotten the top was held in place with string. He couldn’t find it in himself to care much right now. The moment felt intimate, like one wrong move would shatter it. 

The fingers lingered for a moment, or maybe it was Yahaba’s imagination. But Kyoutani steps back, and Yahaba could finally breathe again. “I- thanks,” he curses himself for the stutter, turning back to Kyoutani. 

Kyoutani just nodded. “Whatever,” he said gruffly, moving away to put his things down. 

Yahaba took a moment to do a mental check. His heart still felt like it was going to explode, and he’d never been so aware of somebody. Okay, so maybe this wasn’t normal. Which meant—

He dropped his head into his hands. He hated his life.

(At the other side of the gym, Oikawa observed all this with a smirk. “What’re you looking at?” Iwaizumi asked, craning his neck in an attempt to see as well.

“Young love, Iwa-chan!” Oikawa proclaimed, flopping back to lie on the floor, closing his eyes.

“…Weirdo,” Iwaizumi muttered, but his gaze trailed along Oikawa anyway, taking in the lines of his body, the teal of the outfit complementing him beautifully. He swallowed, looking away to watch Yahaba and Watari bicker.)

———

Akaashi checked over the outfit one more time. The monochromatic colours were similar to his own jersey, so he didn’t feel too uncomfortable in it. He just hoped he’d be spared of teasing, but knowing his team, he doubted it. 

He was just about to leave the club room when the door opened. “Akaashi! I forgot my—” Whatever Bokuto was about to say was cut off when he saw Akaashi, coming to a stop. 

Akaashi held himself together, keeping his composure despite the embarrassment that welled up. “What did you forget, Bokuto-san?” He said, resolutely refusing to look at the older.

“Huh? Oh!” Bokuto blinked out of his daze. “…I forgot.”

Akaashi shook his head with a sigh. Bokuto attempted to retrace his thoughts, but it eventually cut off into, “Why're you wearing that?”

“Hm?” Akaashi looked up from where he's tying his shoes on the bench. Then down at himself. “Oh. I'm in a chat with the other setters, and they're getting everyone to do it.”

“Ohhh. You look really pretty Akaashi!” Bokuto said easily, beaming at Akaashi.

Akaashi blinked. A part of him expected it - Bokuto gave compliments easily. “...Thank you, Bokuto-san,” Akaashi said neutrally. He'll have to unpack how he felt later.

“Oh! I remember now! I forgot my tape!” Bokuto said. Akaashi freezes when the spiker leaned over him to grab the tape where it sat behind Akaashi. Too close, too close. He didn't dare to even breathe, caught between please go away and come nearer. 

Bokuto drew back, tape in hand, an easy smile on his face. “Come on Akaashi! We're going to be late!”

Akaashi shook himself out of his stupor, willing his heart to calm down. “Yes, Bokuto-san,” he said as he stood up, heading out of the club room, Bokuto closing it behind them.

(He doesn't see Bokuto's eyes lingering on him the whole way to the gym.)

———

Kenma wanted to die. He tugs at the hem of the skirt, wishing it was just a bit longer. He knows he's small, but the skirt was still somehow smaller. It only came to slightly above his mid-thigh. But it wasn’t like he had a choice. Yuki-san was the only person he knew who wouldn’t ask questions. The rest of the cheerleading team were far too nosy for his liking.

“Kenma, are you done yet?” Kuroo’s voice called from the other side of the club room’s door.

“Almost,” Kenma said back. He wondered if Kuroo heard. When no more questions came, he assumed the blocker had. With one last look at himself - god he looked ridiculous, why was he doing this again? - he took a deep breath, and walked out of the club room.

Nobody in the gym noticed him when he walked in, quiet as he was. Kenma almost dared to hope he could get away with it when—

“Kenma-san!”

Lev’s loud call drew the attention of everyone in the gym to Kenma. Kenma froze where he was walking to the side of the gym, feeling rather like there was a spotlight shining down on him. He could physically feel everyone’s gazes on him. They crawled up his arms, squeezing his heart, and fuck he can’t breathe—

A shadow fell over him. A jacket, way too many sizes too big, was draped over his shoulders and held close with long fingers. It was long enough that it completely covered up the cheerleading uniform. Kenma hadn’t even noticed that he’d been hyperventilating, but he did now. 

“Follow my breathing,” Kuroo instructed him gently, and Kenma followed, in out, in out. Slowly, his hands stopped trembling and the crawling feeling receded. Stupidly, he felt safe in the jacket, blocked from the others’ view by Kuroo’s body. 

Kuroo tentatively drew Kenma into a hug, wrapping Kenma up in his arms. “Kuro—” Kenma began, but Kuroo shushed him. So he fell silent and just let Kuroo hold him.

Finally, Kuroo spoke. “Kenma, you look amazing, but what’s with?” Kuroo gestured to his general body.

Kenma shrugged. “Setters’ chat,” he mumbled, hiding his face in the collar of Kuroo’s jacket. 

“I’m going to kill Oikawa—”

“No, it’s fine,” Kenma said quickly. “Everyone’s doing it. I was fine with it.” It had taken a lot of convincing, but Kuroo didn’t need to know that.

Kuroo looked skeptical, scrutinising him. But he dropped it, thankfully. “Fine,” he said. A moment passed. “You do look really good though. Like, really.”

A flush graced Kenma’s cheeks. He averted his gaze. He still can’t get used to this. His shyness made Kuroo laugh, dragging him into a quick kiss. And maybe this whole thing wasn’t so bad after all.

(“Can you wear it again another time?”

“No.”)

———

Down at Shiratorizawa, Shirabu was cursing Semi with everything he could think of. He was going to look stupid, being the only one wearing this stupid outfit. Seriously, since when did the cheerleaders wear fucking bunny ears? Mizuki had giggled suspiciously the whole time she’d lent him the uniform. Shirabu was beginning to realise he may have been conned. 

Whatever. It’s fine. He had to admit he didn’t look terrible. The purple and blue of the uniform somehow fit him, even if it was a bit revealing. The skirt was a bit too short, and slightly too tight around the waist. The top was the same, slightly form-fitting and short enough that if Shirabu lifted his arms slightly, it would reveal his stomach. The cheerleading uniform looked a bit stupid with its stripes, but whatever. This was a one-time thing.

It was better to just rip off the band-aid. Get this over and done with. With a sigh, he steps into the gym, head held high, refusing to look embarrassed. He’s pretty sure his cheeks are red, but it’s not like he could control that. 

“Ohh? Shirabu-kun?” Tendou, ever annoying, pops up in front of him almost instantly with his signature wide grin. “What’s the occasion?”

“Your funeral,” Shirabu said flatly. 

“So mean, Shirabu-kun!” Tendou leaned in. “You sure this isn’t for SemiSemi?” His voice took on a teasing edge.

Shirabu’s cheeks burned, and he whacked Tendou over the head, ignoring his yelp of pain. Goshiki was looking at him with wide, sparkling eyes. “Wah, I didn’t know we could wear girls’ clothes!” The innocent first-year marveled. 

Shirabu gave Goshiki a slight look of confusion. “Of course we can,” he said. “Not that I wanted to.”

“Huh? Why?”

Shirabu was about to reply, when a flash and a click went off. He turned around instantly, fully prepared to break whoever’s phone that was, when he realised it was Semi, in their usual jersey, the traitor. “Oh, whoops, I forgot the flash,” Semi said casually, adjusting the settings before snapping another picture.

“What are you doing?” Shirabu said, cutting a glare at the older boy. Semi shrugged.

“They asked for photos, remember?” Semi replied easily. 

Embarrassment and annoyance flashed through Shirabu. “Delete them. They don't need to see them,” Shirabu said.

“Hmmm, let me think. No.”

“Are you a child, Semi-san?”

“Come on, it can't be that bad.”

“That’s because you're not the one in this uniform!”

“Hey, I already said why! It's not my fault!”

“Just delete the photos!”

Their conversation quickly escalated into their usual arguing. The rest of the team had learned to ignore them by now, too used to it. Shirabu reached for Semi's phone, but Semi raised it high. Since he was ever so slightly taller than Shirabu, the phone was out of reach, even when Shirabu went on his tip-toes.

Shirabu cursed his height. He's not even that short. In their tussle, he didn't realise how near he was to Semi, or how he's almost pressed up against the older. 

Semi noticed. Noticed Shirabu's top riding up when he reached a hand up to try to snatch the phone, revealing a smooth expanse of skin that was way more sinful than it should be. The angry flush on Shirabu's cheeks was adorable, rendering the glare he had on completely ineffective. Fuck. Shirabu probably didn't notice, but the rest of the team was starting to look.

Semi subtly shifted so that his other arm was hovering just behind Shirabu's waist, effectively covering up the revealed skin, but not touching, so Shirabu doesn't notice. He had a feeling that if Shirabu noticed, he'd be dead where he was standing.

“Semi-san, just give–” Shirabu huffed in frustration, reaching for the phone once more. Except he overbalanced and fell right into Semi's arms.

Semi automatically closed his arms around Shirabu's waist, catching the younger. Shirabu was now completely pressed up against him, leaning almost his full weight on Semi. And because his top had been riding up just now, Semi's arms were in direct contact with the skin at his waist.

The heat burned Shirabu's skin, almost like a brand. A shiver went through his body. Semi was far too close to him, and he could make out the pupils in his dark grey eyes. Shirabu shoved away from Semi instantly, placing both hands on his chest to push away from him. His hands burned from the contact. 

“You okay?” Semi asked, raising an eyebrow, letting Shirabu pull away from him.

“Fine,” Shirabu said in a clipped tone. He didn't want to think about how red he probably was.

“Hm. By the way, I didn't know the cheerleading uniform consisted of bunny ears,” Semi teased.

Shirabu groaned at the reminder, reaching a hand up to pull the bunny ears off. “Mizuki thought she was being funny,” he muttered. He'll have to talk to her. 

Semi hummed, and a strange look passed over his eyes. He looked away. “I mean, it looks good,” he shrugged. “You do kind of look like a bunny.”

“...What is that supposed to mean?” Shirabu narrowed his eyes.

“Ah, nothing. Nevermind.”

Shirabu frowned, but didn't push. He turned away, only to be accosted by Kawanashi, Reon, Tendou, and Goshiki. 

It was a long practice session.

(Semi could not keep his eyes off Shirabu. The other was absolutely adorable, and he silently thanked Oikawa for forcing them to do this. 

“SemiSemi, you're staring again!”

“Shut up, Tendou.”)

Chapter Text

Oikawa:

how did it go??

Suga:

A lot of head injuries for Daichi and Hinata

Oikawa:

❍⩊❍

i wonder why ~

Kageyama:

Is he okay?

He kept missing my tosses

Suga:

He'll be fine

Shirabu:

I'm still pissed Semi-san bailed on me

Semi:

i already apologised

like thirty times

oh that reminds me

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Oikawa:

you have bunny ears for your uniforms??

Shirabu:

Fuck you Semi-san

We don't 

My classmate wanted to be funny

Akaashi:

It suits you somehow, Shirabu-kun

Semi:

right?

that's what i said

Suga:

It does actually 

Shirabu:

Is that a compliment 

Yahaba:

Just accept it you emotionally constipated bunny

Shirabu:

I know where you live

Yahaba:

Try me

And so do I?

Shirabu:

Your mom likes me better than you

Yahaba:

Fuck

Oikawa:

damn he got you there

Yahaba:

That’s because you act nice in front of her

Shirabu:

I know how to respect my elders

Semi:

the whole team would disagree

Shirabu:

There are exceptions to every rule

Yahaba:

Oh also

I think I like Kyoutani

Shirabu:

Oh, you mean exactly what I’ve been telling you for the past year?

Oikawa:

FINALLY

i thought your denial was going to kill me (╥ ω ╥)

Akaashi:

Congratulations for the realisation?

Suga:

Hey that’s a feat in itself

Yahaba:

Thank you

I don’t know what to do with this knowledge

Suga:

Shove it into the back of your mind

Akaashi:

Convince yourself it’s all fake and nothing is real

Kenma:

pretend it doesn’t exist

Semi:

hypnotise yourself into forgetting all about it

Yahaba:

…

Are you all okay?

Akaashi:

Coffee is my lifeline

Semi:

Sure

Suga:

Define okay

Yahaba:

…Okay

Oikawa:

where’s the normal answer?

confess??

Yahaba:

I don’t see you dating Iwaizum-san

Oikawa:

hey follow what i say not what i do

Kenma:

or you could practice what you preach

Oikawa:

ouch 

ken-chan (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

Kenma:

but you all should confess

youre missing out on dating life

10/10 no notes

Semi:

We get it 

Suga:

No need to rub it in

Yahaba:

Think I’ll just follow what Suga-san said

Suga:

Wise choice

———

“Yahaba.”

Yahaba jumped, whipping around to see Kyoutani standing at the door of the club room. It was after practice, the rest of the team had already left. There was no reason for Kyoutani to be here. “Did you forget something?” Yahaba said, turning off his phone.

Looking closer, Kyoutani looked almost…embarrassed. He was holding something behind his back, and shuffled from foot to foot. Yahaba raised an eyebrow, wondering what was going on. “Kyoutani-kun?” He prompted when Kyoutani didn’t answer.

Finally, Kyoutani revealed what was behind his back. A box? Yahaba eyed it questioningly. “For you,” Kyoutani said gruffly, and yeah, he definitely looked embarrassed now.

Yahaba blinked, looking at the box in mild surprise. “Oh. Thank you,” Yahaba tilted his head. “What for?” He opened the box without waiting for an answer. Inside, lay neat rows of chocolate chip cookies, Yahaba’s favourite kind of cookies. They looked delicious too, melty pools and chunks of chocolate decorating the golden cookies. He tore his gaze away from the cookies to Kyoutani, who was red-faced.

“Made some with my sister yesterday. Had leftovers,” Kyoutani said shortly. 

“You have a sister?” Yahaba asked in surprise. He didn’t think Kyoutani had siblings, or that he could bake. Although now that he knew, Kyoutani did give off older sibling vibes. Still, looking down at the cookies, he wondered why he didn’t give some to the rest of the team. He knew they were gluttons for homemade treats. Every time Hanamaki’s sister made Hanamaki bring some treats for the team, they were gone in ten seconds flat. On top of that, the cookies were neatly packaged, too nicely to be coincidental. It was almost like a gift.

Kyoutani nodded. “Yeah. She’s six years younger,” he said, still shifting from foot to foot. It was almost expectant. Yahaba realised with a start that he was probably waiting for him to try one. He quickly picked one up, sinking his teeth into it.

The cookie was perfectly crunchy, yet chewy at the same time. The chocolate exploded in Yahaba’s mouth, with an undercurrent of the sweetness of vanilla and the nuttiness of brown sugar. It was just the right amount of sweet, and the flaky sea salt cut through the richness beautifully.

Yahaba’s eyes widened, sparkling with delight as he chewed. They were maybe the best cookies he’d ever tasted. He looks up at Kyoutani, who’s observing him. “This is so good,” Yahaba said, demolishing the rest of the cookie. 

Kyoutani rubbed the back of his neck. “Slow down, idiot. I can just make more,” Kyoutani said. Yahaba forced himself to put the lid back on, mournfully finishing off the second cookie.

“Thanks. Really,” Yahaba said, smiling. They walk out of the locker room after that, falling into step beside each other.

(“Are those cookies?”

“Keep your grubby hands off them, Watari.”

“Huh? You can spare one for your best friend!”

“No way. Get your own.”

“So mean.”)

———

Yahaba:

So about the forgetting all about it

He gave me a box of cookies

The best cookies I’ve ever had, by the way

Oikawa:

HE WHAT

why didn’t i get any??

Akaashi:

Perhaps because he intended it to be a gift for Yahaba-kun

Oikawa:

still, if its the best cookies he ever tasted, i need to try one

Yahaba:

Maybe next time

What do I do

I was very unfortunately reminded of those

Feelings

Shirabu:

Sounds like he likes you to me

You know

Like what I’ve been saying the past year

Yahaba:

Okay I get it

You’re right

Happy??

Shirabu:

No, I could hear it more

Yahaba:

Die

Shirabu:

Gladly

Semi:

you should mail some to shiratorizawa

Yahaba:

No way

Get your own person to bake cookies for you

Kenma:

kuro can’t bake for the life of him

he tried to make brownies

and they ended up being burnt from the inside out

im surprised he even had a batter to work with

Suga:

From the inside out??

Kenma:

yeah

i dont know how he did it

Suga:

Well

At least he had a batter

Kageyama, Noya and Tanaka tried to make tiramisu

It went horribly

Kageyama:

It wasn’t that bad

Suga:

The cream ended up in Hinata’s hair

Kageyama:

It wasn't that bad

Akaashi:

Bokuto-san went on a baking streak last year

I didn’t know that much egg shells could end up in a cake

Kenma:

didn’t you still eat at least one of everything he made

Akaahi:

I don’t see your point

Oikawa:

if iwa-chan made me something like that i think i’d throw up

Akaashi:

I still don’t see your point

Kenma:

sure

Semi:

im banned from the kitchen in the dorms

Shirabu:

Because you somehow managed to burn water

Semi:

hey

Suga:

Burn water??

Akaashi:

…That’s impressive in it’s own right

Oikawa:

i’ve burned water too!

so iwa-chan handles all the cooking ₍₍⚞(˶˃ ꒳ ˂˶)⚟⁾⁾

Semi:

see

im not the only one

Yahaba:

Cooking disasters, the both of you

Akaashi:

I can somewhat cook

I prefer baking

It’s much more methodical

Semi:

i hate baking

i swear the dough can sense your fear

Kenma:

i dont like either

Yahaba:

I can make simple stuff

Shirabu:

I think I’m passable

Semi:

literally the only thing i’ve ever seen you make is cup noodles

Shirabu:

Passable

At least I’m not banned from the kitchen

Semi:

ouch

Suga:

I love baking actually!

It’s stress-relieving

Akaashi:

I like baking as well, but it’s quite the opposite for me

I only relax after the whole process is completed

Suga:

Huh

Never heard that before

Then why do you bake?

Akaashi:

Treat

Kenma:

he has the biggest sweet tooth i know

Suga:

I’ll make something when we go for training camp next time!

Akaashi:

You don’t have to

Suga:

It’s fine!

I always make something before matches anyway!

Akaashi:

Well

Thank you in advance then

Suga:

Anytime!

———

Yahaba:

He keeps giving me stuff

What do I do

Kenma:

in this economy

thank him and eat them

Yahaba:

I mean

Of course I thank him

But it’s kind of excessive

There’s only so many brownies I can eat in one day

And giving them away feels wrong

Shirabu:

They are amazing though

Can confirm

Yahaba:

Yeah because you stole one behind my back

Shirabu:

And I’d do it again

Yahaba:

Why are we friends

Semi:

you didn’t take any for me?

Shirabu:

I was too busy trying not to get caught

Yahaba:

You still failed

Shirabu:

Details

Akaashi:

Well, you could always leave them for your family

I’m sure he doesn’t expect you to eat everything on your own

Yahaba:

I mean

Sure

But I don’t really want them to ask questions

Oikawa:

you could always give them to me (๑´>᎑<)~*

Yahaba:

On second thought I think I can eat everything on my own

Oikawa:

mean ya-chan ｡°(°¯᷄◠¯᷅°)°｡

———

Yahaba:

It is actually getting excessive

How does one find so much time in one day to bake

Doesn’t baking take a long time

Shirabu:

It depends on what you make

And Akaashi-kun already gave you a suggestion

Yahaba:

What exactly do I say

‘Hey a teammate that I sort-of really have a crush on has been giving me an excessive amount of baked treats and I don’t know what to make of it and I’m possibly overthinking every interaction we had now. Want a cookie?’

Shirabu:

Exactly like that

Yahaba:

You’re useless

Shirabu:

You asked

Just confront him

You know

Ask

Ever heard of it?

Yahaba:

Obviously

I’ll think about it

———

Yahaba opened his locker to yet another box sitting innocently inside. A peek into it told him it was fruit tarts this time, glistening and artfully decorated. Yahaba’s mouth watered at the sight alone. Wait, no, he couldn’t get distracted. He needed to confront Kyoutani.

He finally found Kyoutani during lunch, under their usual tree. Watari wasn’t there yet, having decided to brave the crowd to get the ever famous homemade red bean shokupan. There were only fifty a day, and getting one was nearly miraculous. Yahaba himself had only had it once, and that had been split with Watari. It was amazing, but it was nothing compared to Kyoutani’s treats.

He sat down opposite Kyoutani, taking a moment to bite into and appreciate the fruit tart. When he opened his eyes, Kyoutani was watching him. “What’s with all this?” Yahaba asked around a mouthful of mangoes. 

“What?” Kyoutani said as he tore into his own lunch, a bento. 

“The treats,” Yahaba explained. “I mean, I love them, obviously, but it’s a lot.”

Kyoutani paused. The familiar look of embarrassment etched itself into his features once again, and he looked down at his bento. “My sister really likes baking,” he said after a moment.

“It’s still a lot. Like, a lot,” Yahaba frowned, not buying it. 

“You can give them to friends.”

“Feels wrong.”

“Then eat them.”

“Just answer the question!” Yahaba said in exasperation. The box of fruit tarts lay forgotten. 

Silence descends over them. Yahaba took a breath, reining in his emotions. He was getting worked up over nothing. “Nevermind,” he muttered, turning away. “It’s fine. Thank you for them.”

For some reason, Kyoutani looked displeased by the reaction, a furrow to his brow. There’s another long moment of silence. It’s eventually broken by Kyoutani speaking again. “It’s just—” It was Kyoutani’s turn to look away now, Yahaba’s gaze automatically drawn back to him.

“I like you, okay?”

The words were said in a rush, defensive. Yahaba blinked, mouth falling open. Of everything, he did not expect that at all. All the feelings he’d been trying to ignore came rushing back to the surface, filling him with its warmth and a strange sort of giddiness. It felt rather like winning a match, or floating in the sky. 

“Oh,” Yahaba said, the first thing that came to mind. Kyoutani’s expression shuttered instantly at the lackluster reaction. 

“It’s fine if you don’t—”

“No, wait,” Yahaba blurted out, cutting Kyoutani off. Crap, he was fucking this up. He needed to collect his thoughts, or he might embarrass himself more than he already was. “I-” He took a breath. “Yeah. I like you too.”

There’s probably a furious blush on his face. It certainly felt like it. Another silence fell, when Yahaba realised he still didn’t get an answer. He said as much.

Kyoutani rolled his eyes, stabbing his chopsticks into a fishball. “You liked them,” he muttered. Which didn’t explain anything. 

“What, so you were trying to confess through treats?” Yahaba said in disbelief. He wasn’t complaining, but he couldn’t quite believe it.

“It worked,” Kyoutani said simply.

Yahaba sighed. “Yeah. It did.”

———

Yahaba:

Good news

I’ve got a boyfriend

Kenma:

welcome to the team

Yahaba:

Thanks 

It’s amazing

Akaashi:

Congratulations Yahaba-kun

Oikawa: 

WHAT

WHEN

Yahaba:

Lunch

Oikawa:

is that why you were all shy around kyoutani-chan during practice??

Yahaba:

I was not

Oikawa:

i have video evidence!!

Shirabu:

Need them

Oikawa:

at the low low price of 50,000 yen!

Shirabu:

Fuck you

Oikawa:

thanks but i’d rather not

Shirabu:

Ew

I’m never saying that again

Yahaba:

You just tried to get evidence to blackmail me???

In front of me??

Shirabu:

I don’t regret it

Semi:

congrats yahaba-kun

Suga:

Congratulations from me and Kageyama as well!

He’s still practicing with Hinata

Yahaba:

Thanks you all

I highly recommend confessing

Akaashi:

You were against it just yesterday

Yahaba:

I’m a changed person

Semi:

right

———

(Seven days later, they shared their first kiss on court after a practice match against Shiratorizawa. It was heavily cheered on by both sides. Shirabu smacked Yahaba over the head after.)