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Nitori and Yaku - 69 (minutes)
“You do realize, don’t you, that nearly everything he does, he does out of spite?”  Ai looks over at the table next to his.  “I mean.  He asked Lev out because you told him he didn’t have the guts to do it.”
He really shouldn’t be listening in.  It’s not very polite.  But with the volume the three people are talking it’s not like he really has to strain to hear them.
“Hey.  He wanted to ask Lev out to begin with.  They’d had mutual crushes since we were in high school.”
“Yeah.  Tetsu was just nudging him along.”  Ai drags his attention back to his book but he’s still listening to their conversation.  He’s starting to get names.  He can’t stop listening now.
“Thanks Koutarou.  You’re the best,” Tetsu says sweetly.
“No you’re the best,” Koutarou responds.
“You’re both disgusting.”  Ai can’t help the way his gaze darts over at the irritated tone.  But the other two just laugh at the speaker.
“Kenma,” Tetsu scolds, “stop being a jealous salt pile just because Shorty’s not here to smother you in affection.”
Kenma rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to his phone.  “Keep it up and I’ll tell Yaku you’ve been talking about him.  What was it again?  ‘Yakkun’s been so grumpy lately maybe he needs a new boytoy.’”  The laughter stops and Ai looks over curiously.  “That is what you said isn’t it Kouta?  And what was it you said Kuro?  ‘Maybe he needs to become someone’s boytoy?’  That’s what you said last night isn’t it?”
“You wouldn’t,” Tetsu hisses.
“I think we all know the answer to that,” Kenma replies, eyes still on his phone.
The three fall into silence.  Not a charged, uncomfortable one.  But one that kind of reminds Ai of Samezuka when Momo broke something and didn’t want to admit it to Ai.  He’s still stuck in his memories of the time Momo had tried to sneak a whole family of beetles into the room and had managed to ruin half of Ai’s textbooks in the process when a fourth person joins the table next to him.
“Hey Yaku,” Koutarou and Tetsu chirp simultaneously.
Oh.  So this is Yaku.  Ai gives the newcomer a once over that is immediately spotted, since he’s almost directly across from Yaku’s seat at the table, and he blushes a little.  Yaku’s eyes dart over Ai and then his attention is drawn as Kenma leans in close.
“Don’t you dare Kenma,” Tetsu yells.
Everything devolves into chaos after that and Ai pulls out his headphones and sinks into his own world.  By the time he looks up again a half hour later all four are gone.
“You.”
Ai startles at the voice so close to him.  He looks into a pair of light brown eye and wonders idly if he should be worried.
“Um.  Hello,” he says politely.  “Can I help you?”
He’s at work.  So it’s possible that this is a business interaction and Yaku is merely surprised at seeing someone he had seen earlier that day.  Then again given the almost wild shine in his eyes and the way he, once again, gives Ai a quick once over he highly doubts that.
“I saw you earlier.  You heard what they said at the coffee shop.”  They aren’t questions but Ai nods in answer anyway.  This was starting to feel a lot like conversations with Rin had gone once they had graduated and he had gotten over most of his hero worship of the older man.  “What did Kenma say to them that had them so fake cheerful and nice?”
“Um.”  He’s not sure what to say.  First of all his boss could come back any minute and while Ai doesn’t absolutely love his job he’s not sure he wants to lose it because of a guy he’s never even officially met hanging around chitchatting with him.  Second of all he’s not sure he should be sharing private conversations with other people.  Especially when neither of them were technically involved.
Yaku blinks and then glances around, like he’s just remembered where they were and why he was here, and Ai is surprised to see a light blush dusting his cheeks.
“Sorry.  I just.  I don’t like them talking shit about me and I know they were.  Even if it wasn’t bad shit.  It’s still shit.”
“Okay.”
Yaku places an order and pays for delivery next week and then, almost sheepishly, asks if he can wait for Ai to get a break or off work.
Normally Ai would say no and ask him politely to get the hell out of the store.  But Yaku is kind of adorable and his friends call him a cute thing like ‘Yakkun’ and he doesn’t really want to go home and listen to Sousuke wax poetic about whoever the hell he’s dating but won’t introduce to Ai.  So he tells Yaku he’ll be off in a couple hours and they can meet at the park down the street.
“I wasn’t sure you’d show up,” Yaku says as Ai settles onto the bench next to him.  “I mean I’m basically a stranger who burst into your shop and started demanding things.”
“To be fair that’s actually how most customer interactions go.”  Yaku gives him a confused look.  “A stranger shows up in the shop and demands things,” he explains with a grin.  “That’s basic customer service really.”
Yaku stares at him for a moment and then starts laughing.  “Oh shut up.  You know what I meant.”
Ai shrugs, grin on his face.  “So you still want to know what was said?”  He still feels a little odd about sharing it.  But all the times at school that he walked into a room and it fell kind of silent had echoed in his mind on his way over and he had figured that if he were in Yaku’s shoes he would want to know what his friends were saying.
“Yep.  I need to know what I need to do to get those jerks back for whatever they said.”
Ai tells him and watches the way his eyes narrow a little.
“Well, I mean, I do wind up doing a lot of things out of spite,” Yaku eventually says.  “That’s kind of the basis of my friendship with Kuroo.  We’re salty spiteful shits to each other.  I’m Yaku by the way.  Yaku Morisuke.”
“Nitori Aiichirou,” he replies automatically.
“Well, Nitori Aiichirou,” he turns to Ai with a grin and a wicked gleam in his eyes.  “You wanna be a pretty new boytoy for me to help fuck with my friends?”
“Do you know what you’re doing?”  Ai gives Sousuke an unimpressed look.  “I mean.  I’m just saying.  You’re getting all prettied up to go hang out with a guy you barely know just to… what?  Play some weird joke on his friends?”
“Oh Sou-chan,” Nagisa pipes up from where he’s trying to find a specific pair of jeans in the back of Ai’s closet from like three years ago.  “You wouldn’t understand the subtle nuances of our kind of sweet revenge.”
“Your kind?”
“Yep,” Nagisa replies.  He lets out a shout and tumbles into the room with the jeans held aloft.  “Got ‘em!”
“I still don’t get it,” Sousuke grumbles a half hour later as Ai rolls his shoulders and gives himself an approving once over in his full length mirror.
“You don’t have to get it,” Ai says.  “Just keep your phone on you so you can march in and play knight in shining armor if it gets too creepy.”
Sousuke laughs at that and then there’s a knock on the door and Ai hurries to answer it before Nagisa does.  Yaku is waiting on the other side with a smile that only grows when he sees Ai’s outfit.  Ai waves him in and goes to grab his shoes and his messenger bag.
“Will this work for your devious plans,” he asks as he tugs his shoes on and laces them up.  He stands and pulls his bag over his head.  It feels a little strange since he’s not used to having a bag on when he’s wearing his crop tops.  They’re usually for nights out with Nagisa at a club or backyard cookouts in the summer with Rin’s family.
Yaku eyes roam over his crop top, down his tight jeans to his sneakers, and then back up to where Ai has his hair artfully messed up and his bright blue eyes are ringed with the tiniest bit of eyeliner.
“Oh yeah,” Yaku breathes out.  “You will definitely work.”
The slightly too tight jeans and the light blush on his cheeks at wearing this outfit to a night of movies with Yaku’s friends is totally worth it when Kuroo and Bokuto’s jaws visibly drop when they walk in and Ai gives them a cheerful smile and friendly wave.
“Morisuke’s told me so much about you,” he practically coos when they’re all introduced.  “You guys are so awesome for letting me crash your night.”  His voice is pitched a little higher than normal and the other two just nod at his words.
“Now now,” Yaku says as he steps to Ai’s side.  His hand slides along Ai’s back and his hand rests possessively against Ai’s hip.  It should be odd since Yaku is just a touch shorter than Ai is but the way he tips willingly against Yaku and curls happily against his side makes the other two’s brows raise in surprise.  “I told you I could have brought anyone.  It’s not really crashing.”
Ai pouts playfully and dramatically.  Yaku tsks at him and tugs him into the kitchen.  Ai glances over his shoulder to see Bokuto and Kuroo’s heads together as they whisper fiercely.
“Okay,” Yaku says.  “Those two are already hooked.  And panicking.”  He grins at Ai.  “Kenma won’t be so easy.  In fact I doubt we’ll get past him.  But he probably won’t call us out either.”
Kenma sounds a lot like Nagisa and when Yaku hands him a drink Ai can’t help but grin.  “Sounds like fun.”
It’s been five months of crashing movie nights and coincidentally appearing at bars and being dragged to dinner dates and sports events.  Five months of eyeliner and wide blue eyes and breathy laughs.  Five months of tight pants and crop tops and tank tops and, on a few nights, Nanase’s borrowed leather jacket.  Five months of screwing around with Yaku’s friends and being Yaku’s supposed boytoy.  And he’s still having the time of his life.
He’s in the middle of texting Yaku about tonight’s plans, some party at one of Yaku’s friend’s places, when the door of the shop opens and he pockets his phone.
“Hello,” he calls out cheerfully.  “How can I help you?”  Whatever else he might have said dies in his throat at the sight of Kenma standing in front of him, arms crossed and eyebrows raised.
“I knew it,” Kenma murmurs.  “This whole time.  You’ve been fucking with them, with us.”  Kenma laughs softly.  “I didn’t know Yaku had it in him to go on this long.”  He stares at Ai for what honestly feels like hours and then laughs louder.  “Oh.  Oh that makes sense.”
Ai finally finds his voice.  “What does?”
“It was a joke to fuck with us.  But now he genuinely likes you.”  When Ai doesn’t respond, can’t respond, Kenma smiles at him again and says, “I wonder when he’ll confess and ask you out for real.  See you tonight.”
And then he’s gone and Ai suddenly has a lot more to think about than he did five minutes ago.
“He said what?”  Yaku groans and buries his face in his hands.  “I mean he’s not wrong.  But the jerk didn’t have to go and tell you.”
Ai blinks rapidly as Yaku’s words sink in.  “He’s not wrong?”
“Not really.  I really do like you and would love to date you for real.”  Kenma’s soft laughter filters out through the window above them and Yaku scowls.  “Jerk didn’t have to go telling you that though.”
“I mean.  You don’t have to tell them.”  Yaku’s eyes snap to him and Ai smiles.  “Do you Morisuke?”  He lets his voice lilt and turn airy as he leans in close.  “They don’t have to know I’m anything but your boytoy if you don’t want them to,” he whispers playfully.
Yaku tangles their fingers together and hums thoughtfully.  “How long do you think we can drag it out before one of them realizes?”
“Oh I don’t know.  But it might be fun to find out.”
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