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Valentines was finally here, as everyone marked their calendars as February 14th. Couples hustled around the school, filling the air with a sort of intimacy that Tsukishima cringed at. He made his way up the stairs, bumping into Yachi on the way there.

“Ah! Tsukishima-kun! Happy valentines!”

“Mn, you too.”

Yachi, not letting him escape that easily, asked, “Say, do you plan on asking anyone out today?”

The taller blonde shook his head. “What about you?”

At the question, Yachi suddenly blushed, face growing redder. “A-ah, um- not- not necessarily? I mean, Kiyoko-san has- has so many admirers-“

Ah. So that’s why Yachi was so jittery. Planning to ask the school beauty out was a courageous risk, knowing how many competitors you would have. Think about what would happen if you got rejected. That was another thing that Tsukishima despised about asking one to be one’s partner- the ego loss if they rejected you was insane.

“Best of luck to you, then. I’ll get going.” Turning over his shoulder, he added, “Don’t end up like the freak duo situationship."

“WAIT-“ Yachi huffed, grabbing his bag, causing the taller to lurch backwards and stumble. “I heard- from private sources- that Yamaguchi was going to ask someone out today. Do you know anything about it?”

“...No, I don’t.”

“…Oh.”

Then, Yachi bowed and ran off at the speed of light, leaving only Tsukishima standing there, alone in the slowly emptying stairwell. Yamaguchi, out of all people, asking anyone out on a date? Tsukishima pushed it out of his mind. Preposturous. 

Walking into the classroom, Tsukishima sat down at his usual spot, taking out a worksheet to work on while waiting for class to start. As students filed in, the teacher rushed into the classroom, heels clicking and out of breath.

“WHO THE FUCK PUT EXPLOSIVE CHOCOLATES IN AYUMIS LOCKER.”

“IT WAS A GIFT FROM ME TO ME I JUST FORGOT ABOUT IT-” said a student a few seats away from Tsukishima, standing up frantically.

The said student, in fact, was the same Ayumi whose locker was a victim of the chocolates.

“A POOR BOY TRIED TO GET IT OPEN TO GIVE YOU A GIFT AND NOW HE'S COVERED IN THE STUFF-!”

Cursing, the girl ran out, dropping several of her items in the process.

Well, that was certainly one way to get Tsukishima’s mind off the Yamaguchi problem.

Their teacher, Ono-sama, sighed, wiping her forehead. After pulling out the class day plan, she turned to the students, instructing them to open their English textbooks to page twenty-three. While Ono-sama droned on, Tsukishima decided to tune her out, instead staring out of the smudged window.

Yamaguchi wasn’t in class today. The previous day, the green-haired had mentioned something about having an extracurricular make-up test that would take up the first period of the day, leaving Tsukishima by himself.

“...Tsukishima? Tsukishima! Kei, Tsukishima! What’s the answer to question number four–?” Ono-sama had rapped Tsukishima’s desk to get him to reappear in the human dimension. “Kei, have you even been listening? This is- well not hardly- quite uncommon for you!”

“Uh,” scanning the page, Tsukishima answered, “Option B.” thankfully saving himself from ultimate embarrassment.

Ono-sama sighed in exasperation. “While it’s correct, you’re usually so attentive in class, is anything wrong?”

“…No, Ono-sama, I’m quite fine,” Tsukishima muttered, returning to his bird-watching. (Namely a certain Hinata Shoyo sprinting across the school lawn for reasons unknown to him. Was he trying to ask out Kageyama? Tsukishima could see him running from Hinata in the distance.)

It was so annoying when someone- like a teacher- would first insult you then ask you if you were alright. As much as Tsukishima knew Ono-sama had good intentions in mind only, he couldn’t help but feel pissed. Watching a short orange Shoyo sprint across the lawn, Tsukishima tapped a pen against his palm, internally egging the ginger on to piss Kageyama off even more than he already had.

Probably the only occasion where he would egg that shortie on.

A moment in history.

Let us readers place our hands together.

Thus, Tsukishima was not fast enough to turn his head to avoid watching the freak duo meet in a kiss, making him internally gag his guts out and grimace. What he would not like to admit is that he continued watching. Yes, he watched as Kageyama scooped Hinata up, sprinting off toward who knew where. Yes, he still watched as Kageyama’s face turned brighter and brighter red, but not from his antagonizations or exertion. It was from love. Even the great king was infected by Valentines.

Oh, Yamaguchi. This would’ve been so much easier to brush off if he was there.

…Back with the Yamaguchi nonsense.

It wasn’t like Tsukishima liked him or anything.

Yamaguchi was only entertaining at times. Probably only temporary, too.

That was it.

Tsukishima continued staring into space, for his one source of the slightest medicine for boredom was off and about, most likely making out with the other one as well.

Thankfully, the long and agonizing period finally passed by, the shrill school bell screaming torture in everyone’s ears, signaling the start of lunch and the end of first period. 

Soon, recognizable footsteps pattered closer and closer to the classroom, a head of pine-green peeking in through the door. Yamaguchi skipped inside, in a good mood about something, Tsukishima supposed.

“TSU-KKIIIIIII!” Yamaguchi called, running over to where Tsukishima sat. “HI~!”

Heads in the classroom turned over, trying to locate the one screaming. Tsukishima covered his face with one hand, saying, “Shut up.”

“Hehe, sorry, Tsukki.”

Tsukishima got out his lunch, still staring out of the window, wondering what other unassuming idiots would pass by.

Spectacle number two: Takada-sensei and Ukai-kun on a walk through school grounds.

Nudging the one sitting next to him, Tsukishima quietly muttered to look out the window at a homosexual display. (in good fun he may or may not be homophobic he’s very bipolar don’t bully him)

Yamaguchi peeked over Tsukishima’s shoulder, spotting the two adults enjoying themselves in couple-like activities. Takada-sensei’s hand was interlaced with Ukai-kun’s, and Tsukishima could feel the urge to jump out the window, preferably landing on his head.

“Woah, Ukai-kun has feelings… I’m scared.” Yamaguchi took out his own lunch, ogling the two grandparental figures walking hand in hand.

“Me too.”

Taking a bite of a nicely packed onigiri, Yamaguchi asked, “Say, Tsukki. Have you received any chocolates yet? You seem really popular with the girls.”

Tsukishima grimaced once more, answering with, “What makes you think that I’m popular with the girls..?”

Just then, a group of three girls ran to the room, all giggling. Two of the three pushed another forward, sadly in none other than Tsukishima’s direction.

“Hi, Tsukishima-kun, right?”

Without waiting for an answer, the girl who was right in front of his desk shoved a card and a heart-shaped box of chocolates into his unsuspecting arms, giggling as she rejoined her friends.

Without even having to look in his direction, Tsukisima could feel Yamaguchi’s hostility radiating through the air. Removing the offending pink objects from his person, he casually plopped them onto Yamaguchi’s desk, mumbling a “For you, I suppose.”

All three of the girls started giggling even louder, one even taking out her phone to type down something on a website that looked suspiciously like archive of our own- wait who said that-

“I TOLD YOU HE LIKED GUYS-“ said one, looking like she was about to die of a seizure. “VICTORY! WHERE’S MY FREE DRINK GUYS?”

“Damn… Now I’m seriously going into debt..” Said another.

The student who had previously given Tsukishima the gift looked a bit dejected, not that he cared for anything that the stranger felt. Yamaguchi was frozen, a look of shock across his face.

“Ts-Tsukki… for me? You’re- you’re doing something NICE-?” he gasped, turning to Tsukishima. “I- I’m in tears this is a monumental point in history-”

WOW!

TWO MONUMENTAL EVENTS IN ONE DAY!

LET US PUT OUR HANDS TOGETHER AGAIN!

(my hands are starting to hurt)

“You moron.”

Yamaguchi laughed, until he spotted something out the window.

Spectacle number three: Mother and Stepfather (is it obvious)

(no?)

(well idgaf)

Suga had taken Daichi’s hand, dragging him along to the cherry blossom tree on the corner of the campus. How romantic. Tsukishima turned to watch as well, deciding to actually scoot his desk closer to the window to have a better vantage point. Yamaguchi did the same, eyes fixated on their two captains.

“Pst, Yamaguchi. Get your phone out. It would be a waste to leave this scene uncaptured.”

“Aye aye, sir.”

Yamaguchi got his phone out and pressed the record button. The two being recorded did not know their impending doom, continuing to laugh and chat and make out and- uh yeah- romantic stuff. (BUDGET CUT FEEL FREE TO THROW ONIONS AT ME AS LONG AS THEY’RE NOT TOMATOES I HATE TOMATOES- leekuu)

“Tch, disgusting.” Tsukishima faked a gag, continuing to pick at his food.

Perhaps Daichi felt the stare of some impudent subordinates, or maybe he sneezed, for he decided to look up to the exact window that Tsukishima and Yamaguchi were pressed against. Suga looked up with him, noticing the two cackling and the camera. He mouthed something similar to, "I am not afraid to be arrested-” shooting them with a scary glare.

“SHOOT TSUKKI-“

The two retracted from the window like a cat from a cucumber, faking a perfectly normal lunch break. Yamaguchi fumbled with the stop button, saving the video to his folder labeled “🎵✨blackmail✨🎵”

“Well, Yamaguchi. If we die, I’m sacrificing you first.”

Yamaguchi pouted, “What happened to that sweet act of giving earlier? Was it all a lie?”

“Maybe I’ll just take it back.” Tsukishima said, extending his arms out to take back the neatly packaged box of sweets.

“WAIT NO I WANT MY PRECIOUS GIFT BACK-“ the other fought, scrambling to protect the chocolates from Tsukishima. He eventually managed to secure his ownership, Tsukishima no longer trying to steal back the chocolates.

As it seemed that life decided that fun time was over, the stupid ear piercing bell rang once again, signalling the end of lunch break and second period starting. Yamaguchi packed up his lunchbox, taking a piece of the chocolates to eat. 

Ono-sama sprinted back into the classroom, somehow more frazzled than she had been that morning.

“WHY IS THE GYM FLOOR COVERED WITH POLAROIDS OF THE MEMBERS OF THE VOLLEYBALL TEAM KISSING??”

Yamaguchi choked, Tsukishima thwapping his back to stop the violent coughing.

“What the fu-“ 

Across the classroom, a stray polaroid drifted whimsically down to the ground, along with about 23 others from the bag of none other than Ayumi Kobayashi.

Ayumi froze.

“...Ayumi.”

“BEFORE I GET SUSPENDED I WAS DARED TO DO IT- MY LIFE WAS ON THE LINE-“

“Tsukki- Tsukki help I think I’m ascending-” Yamaguchi cried, tears of mirth streaming from his eyes. He could see multiple pictures of the stoic idiot Kageyama and the thing Hinata pressed together, and Tsukishima wondered how this “Ayumi-chan” managed to get all of the incriminating photographs.

He could even see a couple of Nishinoya-kun and Asahi-san.

What had he missed over the course of the morning of a sheerly unimportant day?

“I’m never seeing them the same ever again,” Tsukishima wheezed, hand clutched over his heart. “I think I’m dying.”

Ayumi sprinted out of the classroom for the second time in the day, leaving behind many pictures of Daichi-san and Suga-san and even one of Takada-sensei and Ukai-kun. Really, how did she get all of those?

(ayumi is a photographer and transcendent outwardly being that hops the multiverse we shall not question)

Ono-sama breathed in once, twice, and took a big sip of the tea sitting on her desk. “You know what? I can’t do this anymore. Just self study. If you want to slack off, slack off. I don't care.” She tore after Ayumi, heels (and feet) still miraculously staying intact.

You could hear the faint shrieking of a student getting louder and louder, then abruptly silencing. A faint flump of a body hitting the ground was also heard, along with the former body getting dragged on the polished linoleum floor.

Yamaguchi snickered once Ono-sama was out of sight. “At least the photos fit the valentine aesthetic.” Tsukishima quickly speedwalked over to Ayumi-chan’s unoccupied desk, probably because she was murdered in cold blood, picking up a couple of the polaroids.

“Let’s look through them.”

Yamaguchi grabbed some of the pictures, flipping through the different pictures of their teammates, competitors, and advisors, all in incriminatingly intimate positions.

“Where did she get Aoba Johsai from- LOOK TSUKKI- she even has that rat Oikawa and Iwaizumi in her photo collection! Pft-haha!”

“Huh, I have to admit that they’re a half decent couple.”

At one, the two of them both froze. “I- Is that- THE Ushijima?!”

“And the freaky ‘Guess Monster’?”

“THIS IS AMAZING- *gremlin noises* I’M SAVING THIS-” 

When Yamaguchi burst into maniacal laughter, a few of the actually working students shot them a glare, telling the pair to shut up. Tsukishima tried to make his volume at least a tad bit more quiet, because no way was he letting any higher-ups storm into the classroom because of the noise and take his latest form of fun.

(authors like slacking off so timeskip again!!) After a few more minutes of laughing, teasing, and wheezing, the stupid bell, the same one that rang two times earlier, screamed again, finally indicating the end of the school day, releasing students from the prison.

“Hey Tsukki, we still have volleyball, let’s see all the others' reactions~!

Tsukishima nodded, as the two headed to the lockers to change their shoes and grab their volleyball equipment.

“What the hell-“

Piles of chocolate, trinkets, and cards came flowing out of the compartment of Tsukishima’s locker, a few pieces smacking him square in the face. They all collected around his feet, and Tsukishima wondered how anyone managed to fit all of that into his locker.

“Oh- Tsukki, are you okay? You’ve got a lollipop stuck in your hair, by the way.”

Picking the stray heart-shaped lollipop out of his hair, Tsukishima sighed, as he shook all of the gifts off of his clothes.

“What am I supposed to do with these…” He said, picking up a few pieces from the floor and staring at them solemnly.

The two came up with the conclusion to just stuff a few in their bags, and leave the others in the trash. Tsukishima wasn’t interested in any of the girls (girls), so it didn’t matter what came from who.

—————-

Yamaguchi’s POV:

He couldn’t keep himself from staring at the boy next to him. Tsukishima’s amber eyes were complimented by the setting sun, and so was his blonde-golden hair.

Yamaguchi also couldn’t help but feel more nervous and jittery as every second passed, marking his confession closer and closer.

What if he was rejected?

Would it ruin their friendship?

Would Tsukishima see him as a “disgusting, pathetic, idiot”?

His thoughts were interrupted as the duo approached the gymnasium, finding a tangerine already inside.

As they entered the gym, Hinata barreled into the two, screaming “HAPPEUO VALENTINESUUU”

Yamaguchi barely dodged as the orange came barreling towards him and Tsukishima, breathing a sigh in relief as Hinata passed by, instead ramming into one (1) poor Tsukishima.

“HEAUGH- HELP- YAMAGUCHI-”

Yachi arrived a second later, screeching at the sight of a collapsed Hinata, hurriedly rushing over to check on him. Kageyama was already there, (simp) checking if the ginger was still in working condition.

Tsukishima sneered at the sight. “Look at those two. So in love~”

“Oi, you shut up,” Kageyama glowered, returning to checking if Hinata had any bruises, because “then the idiot couldn’t play in games”

“Getting protective, are we?” Tsukishima said, riling up the other.

“You-“ Kageyama made his approach towards the taller blonde- until Yamaguchi threw himself in front of the other, shielding Tsukishima. 

“Oh my god- will you two stop fighting for one day? Geez, just break it up!”

A loud gasp could be heard from the floor.

“ARE YOU TELLING ME AND KAGS TO- *another gasp* BREAK UP??”  Hinata shouted,  “IF WE BREAK UP, I WANNA DO IT, NOT HIM!”

“… Are you sure he didn’t get a concussion…” Yamaguchi sighed, staring at the pitiful excuse for a painfully good volleyball player.

Kageyama turned another death stare on the blond.

“Ooh, Tsukki, it may be your time. Kageyama-kun looks like he’s gonna rip your limbs off~!” Yamaguchi snickered. “If he can, of course~”

“Be quiet.”

Before anything could escalate, the third and second years arrived, being attracted by the noise.

Daichi was the first to speak. “I know I wasn’t here for the first part of… Whatever happened, but no matter what, stop your bickering and get warmed up. As for you two…” he turned to look Yamaguchi and Tsukishima straight in the eye. “Should we have a little chat?”

*gulps*

“Haha, noooo-“

Sugawara stepped up at that statement.

“Haha, yeeees-”

A stray polaroid left over from when Ayumi-chan had covered the floor in them drifted lazily across the ground. This time, it was one of the pictures capturing the romance and chemistry between none other than Sugawara and Daichi.

…Put your hands together for our soon-to-be deceased Tadashi Yamaguchi and his closest peer Tsukishima Kei.

“DAMNIT-“

“TSUKKI RUUUUUN!!!”

Nishinoya took a sip from his water bottle as he skipped in, happy and blissfully unaware of the peril that his kohais were in. Asahi, who was right behind, steered him back out.

Two streaks of blonde and green zoomed past Ennoshita, Tanaka, Narita, and Kinoshita, who were happily chatting about their favorite popsicle flavors. Following close behind were Daichi and Suga, with faces of pure malice.

Takada and Ukai came in last, hand in hand, then both simultaneously almost decided to walk right back out. Who knew that Valentines would be this… interesting?

Yamaguchi and Tsukishima split paths, hoping to shake the parents off. However, Suga went after Yamaguchi, and Daichi after Tsukisima.

“EEEEEEEEEEAHH- SUGA-SAN PLEASE DON’T KILL ME I HAVEN’T CONFESSED TO TSUKISHIMA YET-“

…

Mic drop.

Sugawara skidded to a stop, as did Yamaguchi.

“...Oh.”

They both looked over at Daichi and Tsukishima, who were gratefully still locked in a battle between the chaser and the chased.

“Really… Him?”

“HEY- WELL- I can’t say anything about Daichi-san nevermind.”

“...I’ll pretend I never heard anything.”

“Suga-saaaaaan…”

“Let’s just say that I beat you up. Look pathetic, let’s go.”

And so the two returned back to the gym, Suga dragging Yamaguchi, who was looking very pathetic. It seemed as if Daichi had beaten up Tsukishima too, for the other one looked… how does Yamaguchi describe it… deflated (or maybe homosexual)?

Sugawara nudged Yamaguchi, whispering, “So… When?”

This upperclassman was making Yamaguchi feel very uncomfortable.

“I, uh, don’t know.”

The grey-haired mother figure raised an eyebrow. “Don’t know??”

Gratefully, Nishinoya came to his rescue, most likely unsuspectingly, but nonetheless saved him from the wrath of a motherly Suga-san.

“GUYS! I MADE AN ORIGINAL RAP!” he called, leaping back into the gym.

Asahi, running after the feral Nishinoya, panted. “Nishinoya… *haah* Please, spare them.”

“HEHE! BUT THEY’RE GONNA LIKE THIS, DON’T WORRY BE HAPPY! TANAKA, YOU’RE THE BEATBOXER.”

“SIR YES SIR!!”

Asahi gave up. As did every other person on the team (besides tanaka) when Noya started rapping.

“MY MOM LEFT ME, MY DAD LEFT ME, MY CULT LEFT ME, EVEN MY GOOD OL’ DOG LEFT ME, GUESS HE WASN’T SO GOOD AFTER ALL-”

“...Nishinoya, both of your parents love you and you don’t have a dog.”

Tanaka shushed Asahi, beatboxing something that sounded like the captain of Fukurodani plus a stray “FAAH!!” Yamaguchi didn’t know how to feel about this, as he scooched closer to Tsukishima every second, looking for some stability.

“BUT YOU KNOW WHO DIDN’T LEAVE ME, IT WAS MY LAST BRAIN CELL, IT LED ME THROUGH THE GREATEST HELL, IT BROKE ME OUT OF MY NORMAL SHELL, IT GAVE ME STUFF TO SELL, which may or may not have been human organs- BUT WHO CARES ABOUT THAT MINOR QUELL-”

Hinata awoke from the dead just to scream “YEAH!” Kageyama stared in horror at Nishinoya.

“THE FINAL CELL OF MY BRAIN HAS GIVEN ME SO MUCH, A NICE ROOM, BARRED AND SAFE, A COOL ORANGE JUMPSUIT THAT I WEAR EVERY DAY,” Nishinoya rapped, jumping into a handstand. “JUST THE OTHER DAY I GOT A FREE FIGHTING CLASS FROM ONE OF MY MATES, HE MAY HAVE HAD A KNIFE BUT WHO CARES ABOUT THAT?”

Tsukishima scoffed.

“You’re explaining prison, dumbass.”

Tanaka, jumping in front of Tsukishima, absolutely setting aside the fact that personal space exists, shouted, “YOU! CITY BOY, SHUT UP!”

“...”

“WHO CARES ABOUT MEN WITH GUNS, THEY’RE ALL BUNS COMPARED TO MY LAST BRAIN CELL! WELL, YOU SAY THAT EVERYTHING IS ILLEGAL?”

“Yes, I do,” Tsukishima sighed. “Because it is.”

The green-haired groaned, dragging a hand over his face. “Is someone going to stop him…”

”Nah, Nishinoya’s unstoppable when he starts.” commented Suga, who had somehow teleported back to where Yamaguchi stood, inches away.

“WELL, MY LAST BRAIN CELL IS MENTALLY UNSTABLE, IT’S AS THICK AS A BAGEL WAIT WHAT’S A BAGEL, AS SMART AS A TELEPHONE CABLE, MORE CELLS THAN HORSES IN A TEN BY TWO STABLE-! okay i’m done now.”

Asahi gently kissed Nishinoya’s cheek, honestly grateful that it was over.

“Great job.”

Tsukishima recoiled, scooting a tad bit closer to Yamaguchi.

“I feel the love floating through the air, it's sickening.”

Yamaguchi wondered if Tsukishima really hated any kind of affection, or if he just put on a tough exterior to be the nonchalant guy he was.

Daichi clapped his hand, drawing everyone's attention to him. “Alright. Let’s get started on practice. We spent quite a bit of time goofing off.”

Everyone reluctantly agreed, dragging themselves to the court and equipment. Soon, Kageyama was setting his ass off, and Hinata was launching himself into the air to hit these said sets.

Nishinoya was teaching Tanaka how to do his amazing “Rolling Thunder” trick, and Tanaka was failing spectacularly. 

Tsukishima was… doing something, while Yamaguchi was trying to prevent Tsukki from potentially setting up his own death.

Asahi, Suga, and Daichi were calmly passing the ball back and forth, watching their unruly juniors do what they did, momentarily taking breaks to gossip.

Ennoshita, Narita, and Kinoshita were practicing receiving, spikes, and sets like actual normal volleyball players.

Practice ended, gratefully not interrupted by more Nishinoya rapping or Daichi’s near-death experiences. Sugawara smacked Yamaguchi on the back, conspiracingly whispering “go get him my dear child gay”

Yamaguchi grinned and shot Suga a thumbs up. He checked his bag for the flowers and pastries that he had ordered in the morning (he had kept them in Ono-sama’s minifridge. without her knowing.) They were there, gratefully.

Daichi was eyeing the pine-haired suspiciously, most likely already caught on. 

Yamaguchi ran outside to wait for Tsukishima to finish changing, the jitteriness in his chest amplifying by each passing moment. His hair was practically bouncing as well, the ahoge shaking as he shivered in place. Gah! Snap out of it, Yamaguchi! You… may or may not be fine. He hoped it was the former.

“Tsu- Tsukki-“

Taking off his headphones, Tsukishima looked in the other’s direction. “What? You’re acting weird.”

Taking in a deep breath, Yamaguchi ran up to Tsukishima, practically seconds away. He pulled the bouquet of lilacs and daisies that he had bought, offering them up to Tsukishima. Sadly, he had miscalculated how far away Yamaguchi was from Tsukishima, also not adding in his nerves or tissue at times. Thus, his poor bouquet of flowers was shoved into Tsukishima’s face, fragrant petals almost in his mouth.

“I- I REALLY LIKE YOU- CAN- CAN YOU GO OUT WITH ME?”

Hinata and Kageyama, who were just leaving, froze in their tracks. “HAAH?”

Because of the flowers in his face, the only response Tsukishima could offer was a surprised, muffled, “MMPH?”

Yamaguchi, realizing he had messed up, quickly retracted his arm. “AH! UH- Sorry, sorry!!”

Spitting out a stray petal, Tsukishima took a few moments to collect himself, then staring down at Yamaguchi, in a way that he hoped was not really as condescending as usual. Trying to load words into his brain felt quite hard at the moment, but he could do i-

“Pft- Haha!” Unexpectedly, the blond burst out laughing, clutching his stomach. Yamaguchi looked surprised, confused on why the blond had suddenly started cackling to his proposal.

“E-Eh..?”

Wiping away the tears forming at his eyes, Tsukishima then cupped his hands around Yamaguchi’s chin. “Yeah, sure, whatever. You’re tolerable anyways.”

————-

 Yamaguchi:

:o

Everyone else:

aw what a cutie patootie gay

_________

“Really?”

”Yes, really.”

“Then can I get a kiss?”

Without another word, the other closed the distance between them, the two ending up in a tight embrace.

“OHMYGAWDDDDDDD~!”

“GAY! GAY! GAY!”

“WHAT THE FU-“

All of their teammates were crowded around them, Hinata and Kageyama filming, (fuck them) Suga and Daichi crying like proud parents, Tanaka and Nishinoya excitedly jumping up and down, and the rest looking on like proud parents pt. 2. The three girls from earlier who had gifted Tsukishima with the chocolates were gasping and exchanging currency.

The two finally broke, needing air. As Yamaguchi caught his breath, he remembered the sweets still in his bag. Digging them out, he presented the neatly wrapped heart-shaped box to Tsukishima. “Here, for you.”

Tsukishima accepted the box and opened it up, plopping one of the small sweets into his mouth, then Yamaguchi’s. “Hm, strawberry shortcake. You remembered, huh?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“Well, are we together now?”

“Are we?”

”Mm, yeah.”

”THAT WAS THE MOST NON-ROMANTIC GET-TOGETHER IN HISTORY- TSUKISHIMA KEI YOU LITTLE-“ screamed Sugawara, who was restrained by Daichi from murdering the first-year.

”Let’s move,” said Tsukishima, taking Yamaguchi’s hand and walking off into the distance. “This place is filled with homosexuals that are below us.”

In the background, you could hear a faint someone (nishinoya) scream, “THEY’RE HOLDING HAAAAAAAAANDS!!!!”

And so, the two newly dating teenagers walked off, away from… *cough* city boys *cough*, and into the wonderful setting horizon.