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“Blueberry.”
“What?”
For once in the gym of the Karasuno boys volleyball team, no squeaking of soles can be heard, nor the heavy thuds of balls being slammed over the net after every second.
Every person was splayed out on the polished wooden floor, exhaustion marring their faces. And even unbelievably, the monstrous duo, who seem to have ran their unlimited nuclear energy supply dry for that day.
One particular blonde is no different. Exhausted from executing feats of athleticism and pushing himself to his limit. Though he’ll soon come to regret such actions after demonstrating an uncharacteristic display of thoughtlessness and inattention afterwards. He’ll blame Tadashi for everything that day. Though he wouldn’t know that yet though, not at the moment. Caught unawares by his words, heady under the heavy blanket of fatigue.
“Tsukishima-kun, what was that?” Sugawara-san said a little breathlessly as he sat on the ground. Trying to catch his breath after the extreme physical exertion from earlier activities.
Kei slowly blinked. What was he thinking about again? He looked at his sweaty, flushed skin. Oh. He was tired. Right… He could go for a refreshing drink right about now. Maybe a tall glass of strawberry goodness or a tropical Piña Colada. The ocean is quite refreshing, Kei thought. He thinks he could drink the whole ocean.
The tall blonde stared unseeingly in front of him. His eyes look quite refreshing too. Kei wants to swim endlessly and bask in it forever. So deeply blue… like a storm cloud. It reminded him a little bit of……
“…blueberry.” Fortunately for future-Kei’s sanity, his albeit embarrassingly slow brain network at that time was limited to one-word expressions. Kei couldn’t imagine the clusterfuck if he said any more bullshit out of his mouth.
Sugawara-san tilted his head inquisitively, as if he’s trying to crack a particularly grueling puzzle. The rest of the team paused to stare at the exchange in a similar manner.
Their vice-captain smiled, then chuckled. “Looks like Tsukki is quite conked out too guys!”
If he was any more conscious, he would feel a particular set of eyes boring into him. But he isn’t. So he doesn’t. Kei continues to blink slowly and stare unseeingly. Getting lost inside dark blueberry eyes.
The next following day, Kei couldn’t escape the barrage of teasing Tadashi keeps on hailing over his head. And the following years later, Kei’s chagrined to think he’s now more partial to the Blueberry Colada Tobio orders for him over dinner.