letmeshouyouhowitsdone

[letmeshouyouhowitsdone]

𝕚 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕠𝕝 | 009.

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[name] was the last of his team to step off the bus. he was more tense than usual. probably something to do with the devastating memories that came with facing inarizaki again.

apart of the first years, they all remembered the loss they had suffered after facing the black and white team last year. they had been lucky enough that itachiyama had knocked inarizaki off in the semi-finals in their second nationals, meaning they hadn't faced them since.

it was [name]'s first loss, something that stuck with him every time he played. he could never quite shake the heartache he felt. but it was just a practice match, he needed to remind himself. they had won nationals, surely they could handle a practice match with the team that placed lower than them. 

that's right, they were ranked lower than them. [name] couldn't wait to see the look on miya atsumu's face when he mentioned it. the setter needed to be taken down a peg or two. 

omoikane raised an eyebrow at the libero, already sensing something was brewing in his mind. "hirabayashi-kun, behave. inarizaki has been kind enough to allow us to train with them" 

[name] scowled, offended, "i wasn't going to do anything!" 

"we all know what you look like when you're planning something" yuuma slapped him on the shoulder, causing him to trip with the force of the hit. the h/c haired boy merely sent him a glare, shuffling over to his second year counterparts instead.

as they entered the gym inarizaki had already completed their set up, nets ready to go and drills in action. [name] knew it was purposeful, attempting to show off their skills and intimidate takumashii upon arrival. the second and third years remained unfazed, aware of inarizaki's skill levels and playing styles already. 

the first years on the other hand were practically shaking like leaves. they looked ready to float away. 

"cheer up!" susumu smirked at the pale look on their faces, amused by their fear. [name] sent him a small glare, remembering the shear panic on jun and yuichi's faces the minute they had shown up to their first tournament last year. it was hard to ignore the first time nerves and they could greatly impact the course of a match.

luckily for them, it wasn't a match they needed to worry about. just their reputation as seiichi had so kindly announced on the bus. [name] scowled at the third year boy, he was always stirring up trouble. 

[name] followed along behind kousei, heading towards kita shinsuke and ojiro aran to greet them as captains. the older boy beside him bowed first, shaking hands with kita. [name] did the same with aran.

"thank you for having us" kousei spoke up first. "it's good to have another team to practice with" 

"yes, it will be beneficial for us too" kita nodded, a small smile on his face.

"they're like robots" aran blanched, both he and [name] merely watched them interact. 

[name] snorted, covering his mouth to hide his amusement as kousei side-eyed him. it was a silent threat. behave.

aran held back his own smile at the vice-captain's outburst. he was glad they weren't stuck up like atsumu had tried to tell them. sure, they had played against each other last year but they hadn't properly interacted before. 

hopefully, this would be fun as well as beneficial. 

this is was painful. [name] glared as he rubbed his raw arms. atsumu had been pelting him with serves for the past 10 mins, non-stop. he had yet to miss one receive but and it was starting to get on both of their nerves. the blonde setter grit his teeth, eye twitching in annoyance.

"you're never going to win whatever stupid challenge is in your head" suna remarked, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow at the smack that resounded when atsumu served yet another ball towards the libero. seiichi had been the one to suggest he and atsumu work together for their warm ups to put aside whatever rivalry they had going on. they had competed through every step. 

the takumashii ace, the traitor, was currently laughing his ass off on the other side of the gym, leaning on kousei to stand up straight as he watched the pair miserably play. 

osamu and suna finally reached out to stop atsumu's next move, dragging him away to join everyone else in picking teams for their practice match. they were going to have two matches at once so that all players could play on court. 

[name], seeing this, finally dropped to the floor in relief. yuuma held a hand out, biting back an amused grin. 

"come on, we shouldn't keep taicho waiting" [name] nodded along in agreement, following the older boy to the group despite his body's reluctance.

"cheer up, heiwa-kun" jun and yuichi flagged him as they approached, easily ready to tease him all day. he groaned internally, slumping his shoulders in a pathetic attempt to ignore them. 

"hirabayashi-senpai?" his saviour, the h/c haired boy's head snapped up immediately, expression glowing at the sight of ikehara tomio.    

"yes, ikehara-kun?" he immediately shoved jun and yuichi to the side, suddenly full of energy as he hopped over, dragging the first year boy to the other side of the group. 

"are we playing in different teams or as our normal team?" he questioned, unaware of his senpai's weird behaviour. 

"i think we're playing in our regular team. why? you don't want to?" he hummed, raising an eyebrow at the shy boy. despite still being taller than his upperclassman, the boy cowered at the question, quickly taking it the wrong way.

"no, no! it's not that i'm complaining-" [name] laughed, stunning the boy again. he should probably be used to his smile now, after all, it was usually sent in the first year's direction. [name] pat his shoulder, trying to get him to release some tension.

"don't be so nervous, i'm not going to scold you" his eyes shone with amusement, "we can ask to switch it up, we're going to be playing a lot of matches today so it's fine"

"oh.. okay" tomio nodded slowly. "i wanted to.. i want to play with you, senpai"

[name] froze. his eyes widened slightly, blankly staring at the boy. tomio paused too, now unsure what he had said to warrant such a reaction. he blinked owlishly at [name], silently freaking out. they hadn't even known each other that long, was he being weird? did [name] want to be left alone? was that a weird request-

"oh" [name] slowly smiled, shyly chewing on his lip to stop the grin from widening. "well, i hope we can play together too, ikehara-kun"

the first year boy stood, stunned for a moment before also breaking out into a smile. neither had the chance to say anything, however, as omoikane and kurosu norimune, inarizaki's coach, called for everyone's attention.

"we're going to start with a few sets before our practice match later today. we'll be switching the team members every set so that everyone has a turn to play" kurosu begun to explain, the boys all nodding along to show they were listening. most of the boys were familiar with the way in which things were going to run.

they were quick to split themselves evenly, randomly assigning groups so that they could get on with the matches for the day. after all, they were all eager to get started.

the whistle blew as they the first group moved into position, officially starting the day.

[name] wiped sweat from his brow as they finished yet another set. it had been a couple hours since they started and he was beginning to feel the fatigue. he plopped down to the floor, gulping down his water, frowning when his bottle was empty. he sighed, eyeing the door and deciding whether or not it was worth moving.

a hand appeared in his vision as he glanced back up. his eyes meant miya osamu's, the grey haired twin expectantly raising an eyebrow at him. he held his own water bottle in hand, suna rintarou hovering behind him as they waited. he stared at them in confusion, taking the hand offered anyways and allowing himself to be pulled to his feet.

"thanks" he softly uttered, moving towards the door to find a tap to refill his bottle with. the pair followed behind. 

"ya read the court really well" osamu begun the conversation after a few seconds of silence. [name] glanced to his side, briefly squinting his eyes to see whether or not the inarizaki player was being genuine. 

he hummed softly, acknowledging the statement. "i like to strategise" he shrugged it off, turning left at the door only to be met with suna standing in front of him.

"taps that way" suna pointed in the other direction, a small amused smile tugging on his lips. [name] felt his face heat up in embarrassment, turning around swiftly and speed walking past them. the pair barely restrained their grins, trailing after him.

"hey, heiwa-kun-" suna went to speak only to be cut off by the said boy.

"it's hirabayashi" he corrected automatically, filling up his water bottle now that they reached the tap. osamu and suna shared a look.

"hirabayashi-kun" he shrugged, "are you always this cold?" 

"cold?" he glanced up at him, confused. was he referring to his behaviour? or his tone? had he already ruined any chance of the inarizaki team members liking him? or was it just because he didn't like miya astumu's behaviour?

"stiff?" osamu frowned, trying to think of a better word and scratching his head in thought. "stand-offish, maybe?"

[name] felt horrified, it was like middle school all over again! "what? where did you get that idea? are people talking about me?"

"i guess? you're kinda.. scary" suna thought for a moment before deciding on another word that only sent another pang through the boy. 

"scary?" he felt himself wither away, soul leaving his body. "is that why people won't approach me?"

osamu snorted, "you're a really good player, most people find that intimidating. just look at atsumu" 

"atsumu's a dick, though" suna deadpanned, "nobody wants to approach him 'cause he's rude"

[name] nodded, agreeing "he's mean" he paused for a second, screwing the lid on his bottle tight. "do i come off as mean?"

"i don't think so, just unapproachable" osamu lifted one shoulder in a half-shrug, unbothered. "hey, where d'ya go to middle school?" 

"shiratorizawa middle school, why?"

"how come you didn't go there for high school then?" suna laid an arm on [name]'s head, leaning his weight onto the shorter boy. he huffed, sinking a little with the added weight.

"we moved to osaka so i had to change schools" he shrugged as best he could, unaffected by the change now. they moved back inside, ready to start the final match of the day. 

"but you trained with top level players, right?" osamu continued his earlier thought, eyes seemingly digging into [name]'s figure. they were analysing despite the calm, light-hearted nature of the conversation. they were open to being friends but right now they knew in the backs of their minds that they would be enemies on court the minute the whistle blew in a competition. they had already felt the effects of it once.

"sure" [name] nodded, blinking slowly in befuddlement. what was the point of that question? he was obviously searching for a specific answer. "and i'm training with top level players now. what difference does it make?"

osamu merely stared at him for a moment longer in a brief silence before he and suna split from his side to head back to their team. 

weird. [name] frowned slightly. 

"-and then turnip-head was all geh!” hinata’s rambles were always weird, an experience [name] always looked forward to. he always brightened up his day. this time he was going on about his recent practice match with aoba johsai and karasuno's victory over miyagi prefecture's top 4 team.

from his description of the events that had happened, [name] found it easy to assume that most of seijoh's power relied on their setter, oikawa tooru. he hadn't seen much of the male after he graduated middle school but he had heard word of wakatoshi's constant taunts (not that he knew he was taunting or of the effect it had on oikawa).

”i’m a little surprised you won” hinata’s indignant screech made him immediately rethink his wording. “i mean that aoba johsai is one of the best in the miyagi prefecture for a reason. to win in your first match against them.. you did a good job even if it was a practice match”

the line was silent for a moment, a little awkward. hinata breathing quickened slightly through the speaker before he was bursting with energy once again. “anyways! we've got a new player too now, nish-nishi-nishiya i don't know how to say it but he's a libero like you!" 

[name] smiled, ready to tease him. "don't move on, i haven't replaced you"

"aH! i'm not replacing you!" hinata whined. "i can't even say his name! besides, you'll always be my first libero and i'm not going to stop until we beat you!"

this time the silence was a quiet acknowledgement of how far the pair had come since they first met. while [name] had always had an obvious talent for the sport, hinata was a little more clumsy. they complimented each other perfectly, hinata with his innate physical abilities and [name] with his technique. they would make a powerful team one day.

but first, they needed to battle it out on court, after all, they had to see who would win. 

bonus!!

"we'll need to get karasuno's guardian deity back" daichi hit his fist against his hand, determined look on his face as the team turned to exit aoba johsai again, brushing off the interruption from oikawa. they were proud of their efforts and the win in the practice match but they knew they had an incomplete team just yet.

"guardian deity?" hinata's face lit up, beaming at the sound of the cool name.

"our libero" tanaka grinned, laughing loudly at the thought of nishinoya returning. "his suspension should almost be over by now" 

"libero?" the team turned to the orange-haired first year, ready to explain what a libero is until he continued. "the libero always gets a cool name. like heiwa-kun!" 

"you know of heiwa-kun?" kageyama was the first to question him, remembering the times he played against [name] not too long ago. they hadn't expected hinata to know of anyone other than the little giant, especially seeing as he did have a wide range of knowledge in the sport, only really interested in being the ace.

"he's my best friend!" hinata grinned proudly, thumb pointing to his chest in a victorious stance. "he goes to a school in osaka now though.."

"your best friend..?" the team stared dumbfounded, minds blanking out as hinata continued on a tangent, admiration for hirabayashi [name] obvious in the way he spoke.

"yeah! we're gonna go to nationals and play him!" while the sentiment was nice, daichi and sugawara couldn't help but sweatdrop, sharing a look. they were not on a national level just yet.

"one day.. i'm gonna beat him!" hinata's eyes narrowed in determination, grin wide with excitement.

one day..

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a/n: ughhh i keep struggling with continuing! hopefully this is good. i'm very busy with uni work at the moment so updates are gonna take a while :(((

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[letmeshouyouhowitsdone]

𝕚 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕠𝕝 | 008 profiles

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+profiles!!

{you've unlocked takumashii 1st years}

-> #8 higashi rin, takumashii high school 1st year, class 6         position: middle blocker         height: 188.6         current concern: people are continuously surprised when they hear he's in a college prep class and he's not sure whether to be offended or proud

-> #12 matsuura eiji, takumashii high school 1st year, class 1         position: middle blocker         height: 184.5         current concern: he failed his last trig test

-> #14 ikehara tomio, takumashii high school 1st year, class 3         position: setter         height: 172.4         current concern: he thinks miya atsumu's setting is cool but [name] seems to have a rivalry with him so he can't ask him for tips out of respect for his senpai

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a/n: the team is complete :)))

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[letmeshouyouhowitsdone]

𝕚 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕠𝕝 | 008.

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"so you got kicked out?" [name] sighed heavily into the phone. despite the absurdity of the situation he can't say he was entirely surprised. 

hinata whined, trying to deny it. "no! we just have to work together to get in! the captain is scary but we can do it"

"so you got kicked out?" [name] raised an eyebrow, sidestepping a few other students as he made his own way home after his own volleyball practice. 

hinata's silence was enough of an answer. "we're going to practice right now! you'll see! we'll beat you"

he felt his chest swell with pride and arrogance. he was happy for hinata, he always would be but he would never put his team down. they weren't going to be beaten. he felt the evil smile on his face as he cheered hinata on, "ganbare!"

the complaint he heard in response made him pull his phone away from his ear, earning weird looks from other students at the shrieking. he bowed his head in response, ignoring them and turning down a separate corridor. 

"when you say 'we', are you talking about kageyama-kun?" he changed the conversation in order to draw hinata's attention away from his taunt. hinata hummed in confirmation. [name] paused, thinking back to the events of last year's middle school tournament. he hadn't been there in person, having his own school commitments but satori and eita had told him all about kageyama's fall from the top. in short, it was not gracious at all. 

the h/c haired libero felt bad for him but he wasn't sure he would be able to deal with a player like him either. still, to have your dreams crushed like that so quickly.. he couldn't imagine. he shook his head, remembering that he was still talking to hinata.

"i heard about his game last year, is he doing okay?" 

hinata's response almost made him snort, "i don't know about that but he's a real broody guy!" 

"i'm sure he is" he nodded along to the first year's rant about the black haired teen. it wasn't long, however, before he was interrupted by the said boy. [name] could hear his voice cut through hinata's excited tangent.

"hey boke, who are you talking to you? you need to be practicing" 

the volume of their voices wavered as he seemed to be shaking his phone. "we just got here!" 

"and we're already wasting time!" 

"sorry [name]-kun! i have to go! i'll text you later" hinata spoke quickly, words stringing together and almost incomprehensible. he heard the last remnants of an argument happening before he was hung up on.

"bye shoyo" he rolled his eyes to the blank screen, shoving his phone back into his pocket, hands burying into them as he sulkily walked home. 

a small smile graced his face at the thought of meeting hinata at nationals. he'd love to see his friend reach the top but he'd have to get past him first.

—

"first things first" seiichi clasped his hands together, cheerfully standing tall in front of the official team. they had gained three first years who fiddled nervously to the side. "proper introductions are in order"

"get in line, seiichi-senpai" [name] came up behind him, slapping him square in the back. the smile on his face silenced all arguments from the dark brown haired ace. "just because taicho is away today doesn't mean you're in charge" 

he spluttered, beginning to protest as he got in line regardless. "i'm the oldest! and why does that make you in charge?"

"because he's vice-captain, dummy" susumu grinned slyly from beside him. yuuma cringed, leaning away from his other side as seiichi swung his arms around in his fit.

[name] frowned, eyes landing on the nervous first years. the three were glued to each others sides, unsure of what to do with the commotion. the boy glanced at coach omoikane who merely stood offside, watching the chaos unfold with a slightly amused smile.

he tended to encourage the boys to lead themselves most of the time. he was a good coach, always ready to step in but it was the point of having the captain duo. the best team needed captains they could trust in, rely on. that was why they, themselves, passed the baton on each year.

-

"me?" [name] froze, not moving an inch from his place in the line-up. every year the third years would have a send off, it was takumashii tradition as omoikane had excitedly informed them. at the send off the team's captain and vice-captain would name there successor of sorts.

takumi had handed his captain jersey over to kousei, as expected. the tradition included picking a vice-captain who would then become captain in their third year.

but [name] didn't think it was going to be him. kousei smiled softly at his surprise, patiently waiting with his jersey held in the h/c haired boy's direction. yuichi and jun grinned at each other, hands landing heavily on the short boy's back, shoving him forwards. 

"take the jersey, heiwa-kun!" itsuki hollered, a large smile on his face. the team had been in on this, he realised, frowning as he gingerly took the jersey into his hands. 

"are you sure?" [name] glanced up to their smiling faces. "i'm not allowed to be captain" 

it was true, as a libero he wasn't allowed to captain a team. takumi reached over to ruffle his hair, "that doesn't mean you can't be vice-captain, we pick that" 

[name]'s eyes widened, stinging slightly as he quickly blinked away the tears. even with the harsh loss they had taken earlier in the year they still trusted in him to lead the team. 

his fingers clutched the shirt closely to his chest. the team could see the way he buzzed with energy as he stepped up beside kousei, ready for all to come.

-

"seiichi-senpai, as annoying as he is, is right. we should introduce ourselves" [name]'s mouth twitched slightly in amusement as the said ace kicked up a fuss again.

yuuma rolled his eyes, elbowing seiichi in the stomach, "you're going to scare off the first years, boke" 

"so rude" seiichi mumbled, rubbing his side, eyeing yuuma disdainfully. the blonde boy snickered, a slight smirk on his face at the ace's pain. 

"behave" [name] sent them his best hardened stare, immediately they stood straighter, shutting up. "alright, as we were saying; welcome" he turned to the first years, expression not really changing much as he gestured to them with his hands. "we've tested your skills so today we'll get you used to our usual training schedule. introduce yourselves and your position" 

"oh um! i'm matsuura eiji and i'm a middle blocker" the black haired boy grinned, obviously buzzing with excitement as he shifted from foot to foot.

the tallest boy fiddled with his fingers, nervously stuttering out his introduction, "i'm um.. my name is higashi rin and i also play as a middle blocker" 

the last boy, the shortest of the three spoke softly, almost unheard as his brown bangs dropped over his eyes, "ikehara tomio, i'm a setter"

[name] nodded contently, they were going to be a great addition to the group once they were used to how the team functioned. he lead the team in beginning warm ups before they split in smaller groups to practice receives. takumashii saw it as highly important that the whole team learnt from each other. they created many allrounders over the years but everyone still had their own skills.

the team worked best when everyone could work together seamlessly. that's why they practiced together. omoikane hummed, pleased as he watched [name] lead the first years through proper receives while the others set up their other drills. he was a great teacher and an even better leader, he just didn't know it yet.

—

"you wouldn't believe this guy!" hinata's energy radiated through the phone, his obvious stomping visible despite not being able to see him. [name] felt amusement creep into his expression, hinata always had that affect on him.

[name] listened quietly, shuffling around the changeroom to pack up his things. he was always the last one in the club rooms, always staying later to work on something the team tried to reassure him was already perfect. it never worked. he slid his shoes into the bag, school uniform going in next. 

hinata went on to rant about how rude this 'tsukishima' person was. at least, he thought he was trying to say tsukishima, hinata wasn't very clear on his name. he then complained about kageyama and how grumpy he always seemed. [name] just smiled softly, the small turn of his lips fond as hinata talked. he missed his best friend sometimes. 

"you know that underestimation is good for you, right?" [name] interrupted when hinata whined again about the lack of belief in his abilities. "it means they won't expect you to play well, then you just have to prove them wrong"

"i know" hinata deflated, a huff of air loud over the phone speaker. "i just want to be good like you! i could beat anyone!"

[name] ignored the heat lighting up his face, chewing on his lip. "you'll get there, there's steps before that, shoyo-kun" 

"i know that too" 

"good, then you're already on track" [name] laughed softly, immediately improving hinata's mood. "when we meet at nationals i better see some good receives though" or not.

"aghhhh why?" hinata loudly complained, a touchy subject [name] knew would set him off. he swung his bag over his head, pulling the club room keys out of his pocket to lock the door behind him. 

"because" [name] begun over the groaning, "you have to have a good foundation otherwise you're attacks are going to mean nothing. that's why the libero is so important, they're there for the team so that you can hit the ball again and again" 

hinata went silent for a moment, calming in his best friend's presence. they took a moment to just listen to the other breath before [name] softly spoke up again. "your match is tomorrow morning, right?" 

"yeah" hinata's voice was much lower in volume, reminding the libero of the times they would lay on hinata's floor just dreaming of the future, quietly sharing little stories into the late hours of the night. 

"show them what you've got and you'll be fine. you're team is there to teach you everything else you need to know" he hummed gently, unsure of what else to say but good luck. he knew hinata would be fine either way, kageyama couldn't afford to lose this match either.

hinata only made a small noise of acknowledgement before excitedly beginning to talk [name]'s ear off about the senpai he had met so far. it was refreshing to hear how well he was doing despite the mishap. hinata always had a way to find the good in a situation. [name] just hoped he kept up the optimism. for now, though, he would enjoy the moment.

he was going to be fine, [name] nodded to himself, his body relaxing in relief. they both were.

—

"hirabayashi-senpai?" [name] stood from the dive he just made, sending the ball across the court to kousei's usual spot. he raised an eyebrow at the first year boy who shuffled slightly under his gaze. ikehara tomio had caught [name]'s eye immediately as he played. the boy reminded him specifically of a younger kageyama, the nervous energy and striking talent for the sport making him stand out amongst the team. 

"yes, ikehara-kun?" he lead the pair away from where they were playing drills. 

"koizumi-senpai mentioned that you would be the best person to ask about strategy and i was wondering if you could help me" he stumbled slightly over his words, fingers twiddling and eyes flittering around the room.

it had become immediately apparent that the vice-captain scared the first years as the weeks went on. it was a little disappointing as [name] had wanted them to feel comfortable around him but kousei reminded him he needed to give them time to loosen up and get used to him.

he felt himself fill with pride at the thought that tomio was coming to him for advice. "sure" he nodded, a little too easygoing as he couldn't contain his excitement to teach something he was so passionate about, "what is it you want me to help with exactly?" 

"um, i want to be able to read the court like you do" the blonde boy begun, eyes shining with determination, "i want to predict the other teams moves" 

[name] hummed, thinking over ways to help him out, "it's more a reflex but we can work on it. we'll start with watching the team, okay?"

tomio's eyes lit up at the confirmation. [name] held back the urge to hug the boy, knowing it would be a little weird. his heart sped up, overly excited to help his team improve. they were his passion, his yearning to see them succeed, to help them succeed only growing stronger the more they were together.

they were going to be amazing.

—

the team joined up again at the end of their training session, ready for their last announcements before they headed home for the night

"this year we're going try some new strategies to build up our team" omoikane begun, kousei nodding beside him. the rest of the team were standing in front of them, awaiting the news. "that's why we're going to be organising regular practice matches and training sessions with our fellow national-level school, inarizaki"

the team held back their laughter at the look on their vice-captains face, hands raising to cover their mouths, forcing down smiles. they had all heard the stories of his run-in with inarizaki's setter last year. the h/c haired boy held a deadpan expression, gaze almost dead looking at the news.

"what?" 

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a/n: i really need to update more consistently :/ anyways here's another chapter!!

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[letmeshouyouhowitsdone]

𝕚 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕠𝕝 | 007.

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[name] felt numb. he could see the bruises forming on his skin, the exhaustion tingling through his body but he could barely find the will to care. he felt defeated.

he had thought of losing for quite some time, he knew eventually he would have to, after all his team was still new. no new team won all the way through so quickly, it just didn't work like that. these people had more experience than they did. it was all a rational outcome. 

but he couldn't think of anything but the immense pain in his heart. none of his team spoke as they walked away from the court. omoikane lead the group but didn't bother speaking either, they all needed time to come to terms with it before they battled what went wrong. 

"[name]" he flinched at the sound of his name being called, he didn't want comfort, he didn't want condolences, he just wanted to cry. he froze, not registering that he was supposed to answer.

"[name]" this time yuichi nudged him, knocking an elbow into his own. his head snapped up, following yuichi's gaze to a familiar team. their expressions matched his own sour ones.

"senpai" he muttered, now realising ushijima had been the one to call him. 

"who?" the ace merely questioned. [name] knew what he meant, blankly staring up at the tall second year for a moment before choking out a small answer. his brain was still a bit slow in coming to terms with everything, nothing felt quite real at the moment.

"inarizaki" he clenched his fists, tears stinging his eyes once again. "did you..?" 

he was met with cringed expressions from the rest of the shiratorizawa volleyball club. semi shook his head in response, "itachiyama"

"oh.." it was silent for a moment before tendou finally sighed, arms reaching out in his direction. 

"come here" he waved him closer. "we haven't seen you in months and you're just going to cry?" 

[name]'s eyebrows furrowed, stepping towards tendou, allowing him to slap him on the back, holding him tight. he sighed heavily, a small part of brain finding the comfort overwhelmingly familiar, calming his agitated nerves. he sniffled loudly, causing tendou to pull away slightly to look at him.

"gross, you're all snotty" he remarked, pinching [name]'s side. they knew he was trying to make him laugh. the libero was known to get inside his head way too often, degrading himself and tearing his confidence down. tendou had always been the best one to distract him.

"shut up! you lost too, be more sad!" [name] hissed, wriggling in the middle blocker's grip. tendou finally let him go with a loud laugh, the groups eyes were ringed with red much like his own. it was obvious this loss would take a toll on them as well.

"boys" they all turned at the sound of omoikane's voice. he stood with washijou, the old man heading over to shiratorizawa. "let's start heading off, yeah? get some rest"

they nodded, knowing it would help not to dwell on their loss too long. it wouldn't be their last nationals but it was surely a big hit to their confidence. 

[name] turned to speak to his old teammates again, only to find ohira's arms open, waiting for his own hug. the libero gave him a half-hearted grin, nowhere near as bright as it used to be but it was more reassuring than nothing. the second year squeezed him slightly, muttering a reminder, one that [name] didn't realise he needed. "don't block them out, [name]-kun. you shouldn't shut down" 

the h/c haired libero huffed, knowing it was true. he had a tendency to want to handle his own problems. they were his problems why shouldn't he? but he knew it was healthy. "i'll try, reon-senpai" he decided on instead, sinking into the hug one more time before they separated. semi reached over to ruffle his hair as they did, saying nothing yet so much with just one look. they were the best at that, these two. they could always read him. he sulked a bit at that, they made it look too easy.

[name] waved one last goodbye to his senpai, watching as the miyagi team headed back the opposite direction, likely to their own hotel. as soon as they were out of sight [name]'s face dropped. they could tell what he was thinking. he was always blaming himself.

"it's not your fault you know. we're a team" kousei held a firm grip on the h/c haired libero's shoulder, squeezing tight. they were trying to reassure him. 

"yeah, we all had a part in it. despite the loss we played well, okay?" takumi nodded, eyes widening as the h/c haired boy begun to sob, loud hiccups echoing the hallway. his hand shook as he covered his mouth, attempting to muffle the sounds. the team was a little stunned, [name] didn't usually seem like one to cry. 

"i know" he choked out eventually, frustratedly rubbing at his eyes in an attempt to stop the tears. 

"you're so hard on yourself" jun rolled his eyes, hand gripping [name]'s hair as he shook his head around playfully. takumi slapped his shoulder, a disapproving frown on his face. jun merely shrugged, a deadpanned look sent to the captain.

"sometimes, you need to let others take responsibility too. you didn't lose, we did" jun continued, a small smirk on his face as [name] crying lessened, beginning to feel better. 

"i'm meant to be your defence though" he frowned, landing a brief elbow in his fellow first year's stomach. the said boy doubled over, releasing his hold on [name]'s head to clutch at his torso with a scowl. he went to open his mouth in an attempt to retaliate, shutting it instantly at kousei's scolding look. "you're meant to rely on me. that's why i'm there" 

"we couldn't call ourselves a team if we did that all the time" itsuki grinned, ruffling the h/c haired boy's hair.

omoikane lead the group of boys along the halls, a small smile on the older man's face as he listened to them talk. they may not have won this tournament but he had no doubt they would make it far. they couldn't possibly ask for a better group of friends to make up the team. they would win, maybe not today but thats okay.

they fell into a more comfortable silence now, all feeling much more reassured as they piled into their bus. they were a team, they knew that, they could always count on one another to be there.

—

when the loss wasn't so fresh anymore the team decided to enjoy the rest of their time in tokyo. for most of the team that meant visiting the gym to see who would win the tournament. 

"soon, that's going to be us" [name] firmly hit his palm with his fist, eyes lit up with determination. kousei raised an eyebrow from beside him, humming in question. 

"oh yeah?" his eyes flickered from [name]'s face to the court where the winning teams stood, accepting their medals.

"i promise" the h/c haired boy's gaze finally met kousei's. the eye contact was startling, unwavering in his desire to be a better player, to take his team to the top. the black haired vice-captain swallowed cautiously, unsure what to say. [name] was surely a scary personality sometimes, it was like he was in his own world, on his own level.

—

whether they would get there or not, they didn't know. but they knew [name] was going to try his hardest to hold that promise.

"wake up, heiwa-kun" [name] groaned, turning his head over to avoid the poking in his cheek. the desk he laid on was hard and he was hardly comfortable but sleep sounded like a better option than whatever was awaiting him in the real world.

"it's hira" he finally peeked his eyes open, annoyance growing to be too much, scowling at the black haired boy grinning at him. he squeezed said boys finger at a weird angle, earning a yelp as he pulled his hand back. he ignored the glare jun sent him, rubbing at his eyes, blinking away the sleep. 

he sighed at the dreams of nationals, running a hand over his face to rid the sleep in his eyes. he remembered their win last year, dutifully having kept his promise to take his team to the top.

-

iizuna tsukasa. [name] couldn't stop the glare settling on his face as a smirk graced the older boy's. he was annoyingly good and it only pissed him off. [name] had admired his play style, his skill for a while, but playing him was vastly different to watching the recordings of itachiyama's matches online. 

"shake it off, heiwa-kun!" takumi reminded him, slapping him on the shoulder to bring his attention away from the point they just lost. "there's more than one point"

he gave takumi a quick side eye, not appreciating the remark. the captain snorted, shifting back into his spot as the libero did the same. sakusa was up to serve again. [name] grit his teeth, that was never good. he shuffled his shoes around, trying to grip the floor better.

sakusa had a powerful serve, the nasty twist in his wrist putting a mean spin on the ball. the itachiyama team had always been a powerhouse but [name] couldn't deny sakusa surely added some heavy fuel to their fire. 

the curly haired boy prepared to serve, throwing the ball up at the whistle. [name] kept his eyes on him, watching his stance, the way he moved towards the ball, the way his wrist flicked as he made contact. his eyes watched the ball, following its path.

he could deal with this. he would deal with this. ushijima had serves with more power. he could do this. he bent low, the world slowing around him, the shouting of the crowd becoming merely a hum in the background. he zoned in on the ball. all he had to do was keep it up, get it in the air. he dropped to his right knee, a hard bang against the ground as his arms swung out to the right on an angle. his eyes were sharp, scarily so as he anchored himself, preparing for the harsh hit against his forearms.

there was a resounding smack as the ball made contact with his arms. he relaxed, trying to ensure the path of the ball straight to kousei. [name] felt himself tip, falling backwards with the force of sakusa's serve. he used the momentum from the hit, rolling over backwards to get his sight back on the ball, watching almost in slow motion as it curved perfectly over kousei, allowing the setter to plan his next move. 

[name] allowed his eyes to flicker over to itachiyama's side of the court, a small smirk at the team's surprise. sakusa had been a powerhouse for them this year, bringing a new trick to unstoppable force. no one had been able to get a handle on his curve so quickly throughout the whole tournament. takumashii had surely had a fast rise to the top, taking down everyone in their path. 

itachiyama was only another stepping stone, the last one stopping them from reaching their goal. [name] made a vow to his team, he was going to take them to the top.

-

"come on, [name]-kun" yuichi was the next to appear, giving the boy a rough shake of the shoulders as he passed, "we're meeting the first years today"

"hopefully we have more than last year" jun scoffed. the takumashii tradition had been to assess how much potential they believed the first year recruits had before allowing them to join. of course, this only worked when you had enough first year students apply to be a part of the team. yuichi, jun and [name] had been the only three in their year level to want to play, automatically meaning they were part of the team. takumashii didn't have the right to be picky then.

now, however, as winners they expected quite a few hopeful students. 

a few was an understatement. [name] eyed the line of boys waiting, each holding a sheet of paper - their club form - hoping to join the now famed team. the three second years squeezed past to the entrance of the gym, earning awed looks their way as they stepped past. 

the whispers were a little annoying but [name] supposed that's what came with winning nationals.

"woah, it's really him!"

"he's shorter in person, right?" 

"shut up! he can hear you!"

"and who cares about his height! i want to see him play!"

his eye twitched as he glanced back at the first years. they jumped at the blank look on his face, a sharp glare in his eyes. jun snorted pushing him along.

"don't scare them off so soon, heiwa-kun"

"it's hira" he grumbled, crossing his arms, moving to stand beside kousei instead of his second year counterparts. the two mischievous black haired boys grinned, feeling accomplished at the annoyance on their libero's face. 

the nervous energy bouncing off the group of first years was something they were used to seeing. kousei stepped forwards, quieting the room instantly. he clapped his hands together to ensure he had everyone's attention before announcing the official start of the year.

"let's begin" 

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a/n: this is a little rushed :/ but i'm trying to get it up to speed with the anime. we'll be able to get on to the actual timeline which means new interactions :))) enjoy!

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[letmeshouyouhowitsdone]

𝕚 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕠𝕝 | 006. profiles

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+profiles!!

{you've unlocked takumashii 3rd years}

-> #3 hattori itsuki, takumashii high school 3rd year         position: wing spiker, defence specialist (2011/2012)         height: 172.2cm         current concern: [name] looks so cool as a libero he almost regrets playing as wing spiker

-> #4 seki hikaru, takumashii high school 3rd year         position: middle blocker (2011/2012)         height: 184.6cm         current concern: takumi won't let him sleep during morning practice

-> #5 naomura kichirou, takumashii high school 3rd year         position: wing spiker (2011/2012)         height: 178.8cm         current concern: the cat on his street ran away when he tried to pet it

{you've unlocked takumashii 2nd years}

-> #2 koizumi kousei, takumashii high school 2nd year, class 4         position: vice-captain, setter         height: 187.2         current concern: itsuki told him he's 'intense' (is it a compliment? is he referring to his playing style?) 

-> #9 kumagai susumu, takumashii high school 2nd year, class 4         position: middle blocker         height: 189.5         current concern: seiichi keeps glaring at him and he can't remember if he did anything to cause it

-> #11 fujiwara seiichi, takumashii high school 2nd year, class 4         position: wing spiker         height: 184.8         current concern: he wants to dye his hair blonde but susumu said he'll look ugly

-> #12 ichigo yuuma, takumashii high school 2nd year, class 2         position: wing spiker         height: 176.9         current concern: the team are still making fun of him for introducing himself as ‘chicago’ (it happened once!)

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a/n: our third and second yearssss!

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[letmeshouyouhowitsdone]

𝕚 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕠𝕝 | 006.

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after [name]'s meeting with the inarizaki team they were more determined than ever to beat the recent powerhouse. atsumu's comments had set a fire alight in the team, anger bubbling as they walked out onto court b. they glared at the black and white team heading to the benches to put their bags down and start their warm ups.

omoikane called them around before they begun their own sets of warm ups. "i don't want you showing off too much today, alright? while i know you're confident, this is a national team, we need to stay on guard"

"osu!" they called, nodding along. [name] headed over to the side, beginning his stretches while keeping an eye on the twins. he had watched videos of their plays before, having studied every team at nationals and while he would admit they were good they were also impulsive and random. their team was able to adjust quite well and that would only cause more of a problem for takumashii. 

"don't think too hard, heiwa-kun, it doesn't match your face" kumagai susumu gave him a small polite smile, patting his head as he bent down to join [name] in stretching. 

the said boy merely huffed, sending susumu a slight glare. he bent forwards again, fingers reaching for his toes. he attempted to calm his breathing. in, out, in, out.

[name] cracked his neck to the side, watching as atsumu showed off his sets, effectively making use of his spikers. he gritted his teeth in annoyance, he knew atsumu was a good setter, he had every right to be confident and that only pissed him off more. as much as he hated to admit it, inarizaki were a team worth their national title and this win wouldn't be an easy one.

soon enough it was their turn to 'assert dominance' as hattori itsuki so gracefully put it. kousei rolled his eyes from beside the said boy, albeit used to the team's antics.

("senpai, please take this seriously" "hm? i know, it's our chance to assert our dominance!" "that's not what i meant")

they stepped up, kousei twirling a ball around in his hands as he ordered the team to line up in two lines, half hitting his sets and the others serving the ball. 

[name] walked to the other side of the court, ready to receive the serves. immediately, the change in his demeanour was obvious, a sort of quiet air surrounding him as he bent low, eyes never leaving the ball despite the constant distractions around. 

his concentration was unwavering as his movements were precise and rehearsed. he had nothing to worry about, it was volleyball, he knew volleyball. all he had to do was perform as usual and they would be fine. 

the sound of a whistle blowing soon drew his attention to omoikane sensei. it was time.

—

they stepped up to the line, various emotions splayed across their faces as they faced the inarizaki team. his sharp eyes surveyed the team, falling on atsumu who glared back at him just as fiercely. although he looked evidently more excited than he had in their meeting yesterday. the setter was almost buzzing with energy, the urge to play filling him. [name] knew that feeling well, the jittery nerves, desperate to be released.

both player's expressions hardened the minute they realised they were eyeing each other however, neither over their discussion. [name] blankly watched as atsumu narrowed his eyes, message clear as day. 'i'm going to crush you'. 

pfft, as if. their staredown was finally broken when osamu jabbed his twin in the side with his elbow, seemingly reprimanding him, distaste obvious in his expression. atsumu bristled, crossing his arms and snapping back. [name] hid a small amused grin when they both settled down the instant their captain's eyes landed on them.

the start of the game was always the most daunting bit, before anything had happened yet. the time when [name] knew they were most likely to give in to their negative thoughts. it would throw the whole game to have doubts now.

seeing is believing. he bitterly thought, chewing on his lip as they bowed to each other. 

"we got this, don't look so worried, heiwa-kun!" fujiwara seiichi, the team's budding wing spiker, grinned down at him, landing a slap to his back in an attempt to 'cheer him up'. the future ace sure had more strength than he realised.

"stop slapping me, seiichi-senpai" [name] scowled, dodging the second incoming hit in favour of joining takumi and kousei in the back line to start the match. takumi raised a brow at seiichi, scaring the second year into taking his place on court before he could tease their libero any further. 

the whistle rung out again as they all settled into their spots. the match started off strong with a serve from atsumu. the only difference was that, while it would have intimidated other teams, [name] merely bent low hands overhead to receive the ball. the effortlessness of his movements, calculated and calm hit a nerve in the blonde setter. his teeth gritted together, moving to his position when akagi michinari received the spike from takumashii's ace.

the look of pure annoyance on atsumu's face, [name] had to admit, was pleasing to say the least. this was going to be fun.

—

atsumu barrelled spike after spike at [name]. the h/c haired boy huffed, swiping a hand over his forehead, grimacing at the amount of sweat. it was too early in the game for it to be this bad. he sighed heavily, trying to stave off the frustration brewing. the first set was not going in their favour, 17-12 and he needed to stay focused so that it didn't continue that way.

his guard never faltered though, eyes never leaving the ball. despite the persistence of inarizaki's spikers, not once did he fall for their tricks. he wasn't perfect, he knew that as he missed ball after ball by inches but he knew what he was doing. all he had to do was adjust to their plays.

he cracked his knuckles as his fingers cramped slightly, shaking them out and focusing on suna rintarou's technique. the strange bending at the waist had thrown him off at first, putting him off the receive, missing the ball. he had glared at the smirk he received from the fox eyed middle blocker. they were taunting him.

and it was working.

"give yourself a break" kousei smacked him in the face with his towel, covering his head to avoid having to see the irritation written across his expression anymore. "you're doing fine"

[name] grunted, pouting slightly as he wiped down his skin. "i know that" he huffed, indignant. glaring at the inarizaki team over the top of his towel, covering the bottom of his face. atsumu met his glare head on, small smirk on his face. he was slapped upside the head by his twin, osamu giving him a look of disgust and a scolding.

"don't get cocky" takumi shook his head disapprovingly, drawing the libero's attention. [name] felt his eye twitch in annoyance as his head snapped to the captain.

"i'm not!" he stomped, disbelief clear at the accusation.

"woah, heiwa-kun, no need to get angry" ichikawa yuuma pat his head with a bright smile, oblivious to the boy's struggle.

he merely grit his teeth, shifting his glare to his teammates.

"what'd we do to him?" naomura kichirou cowered with seki hikaru who shrugged, both sweatdropping at their libero's expression, turning away to avoid angering him further.

—

he takes it back, this was not fun. [name] grunted, body leaning back with the force of ojiro aran's spike. it wasn't anything new, he had had enough practice against ushijima but the inconsistency of inarizaki's attacks was surely something admirable. he hadn't realised before how much they really switched up, but maybe that was something that they adapted to play his team, specifically. 

"tired, heiwa-kun?" suna rintarou grinned a sly smile, panting opposite him. he blinked, knowing he couldn't let them get to him anymore than he already had. suna's style was something that pissed him off, constantly having to be on guard, aiming perfect receives. he was starting to hate this. 

"we're just getting started" he feigned innocence, tilting his head slightly. "how could anyone possibly be tired yet?"

despite his words, the whole court was filled with pained faces. the first set had slowly inched its way to the 30s. the match had garnered quite a crowd now, going on much longer than some other teams already. the second day was typically a day where matches ended swiftly, knocking out the teams who were not yet up to national standard, unused to the fierce competition.

this meant that the stands were filled with potential opponents, all cringing at the scoreboard in sympathy. 32-31 inarizaki's match point. they really were only getting started but it felt as if they had been playing for hours. 

just one more point. that's how it always went. 

unfortunately it wasn't in their favour this time. atsumu cheered loudly, hands reaching up to high five osamu. the grey haired twin gave a small smile, less enthusiastically hitting atsumu's palms. they finally closed the first set, securing their lead.

the takumashii libero groaned, rolling over onto his back, mind replaying that last botched receive over and over. 

"cheer up, heiwa, we've still got a long way to go" jun's lazy expression appeared above him, yuichi nodding beside him, hand holding a towel out. he took jun's outstretched hand, allowing himself to be pulled to his feet. he knew they were right.

he followed them towards the team, all huddled in a circle.

"we lost the first set, and that's okay" takumi begun, trying not to let them dwell too much on it. "we held them off well and we know our rhythms now, we'll just take back the second and third sets!"

"osu!" they all shouted, firmly trying to bring back their belief in themselves.

—

the second set went by much quicker than either team had anticipated. takumashii put all the pressure they could on atsumu, attempting to mess up his sets. so far it was working. [name] focused on making sure their defence was a solid as possible, pride blooming in his chest the higher their score went.

the inarizaki team's expressions only added to that. suna stared at him, calculating and cold. there were no more taunts thrown around. the team begun to argue, atsumu and osamu's impulsive behaviour running wild. 

it was exactly as [name] predicted. he bit back a smirk, readying himself for atsumu's next serve. 

-

 "what do you think, heiwa-kun?" takumi glanced at [name], he and kousei staring expectantly. omoikane held their whiteboard up, allowing the team's captain duo to share their input. 

"i think we target miya atsumu-san" he spoke plainly, purely thinking strategically despite his growing rivalry with the blonde setter. "but not with hits or serves, we put pressure on his sets, shut down his spikers, concentrate on blocking. he's impulsive and he can often get angry at his own teammates. we'll use that, he'll use miya osamu-san more often too so we need to be wary of him"

"you're sure it will work?" kousei raised an eyebrow, not doubting, they never doubted their libero, but clarifying he was sure.

"positive" he nodded, eyes finally raising from the board, "we only need him to break just enough to catch him off guard"

then the rest would fall into place.

-

atsumu was known for his powerful jump serve. everyone knew that, he was constantly praised for his ability. but this one was different. he only took 4 steps back, positioning varying from his usual spike serve. [name]'s eyebrows furrowed, watching carefully. 

osamu's mutter caught his attention, "he's trying that now? in the middle of a game? is he serious?" 

suna shrugged, hands reaching up to cover the back of his head, obviously not trusting atsumu's skill with whatever he seemed to be trying. 

the takumashii libero tensed, shifting to be able to react accordingly. as atsumu threw the ball up, hand coming up to hit it [name] realised where he had seen that type of serve before.

he moved forwards, shouting out to his teammates "i got it!" seiichi and hikaru shifted, allowing him to step closer to the front line, swiftly pulling off an overhead receive to kousei. the said setter tossed to takumi, the ace quickly slamming the ball down before inarizaki was fast enough to react.

atsumu looked the most angered he had been all match. fists clenched and glare harsh. [name] didn't try teasing him, he knew they had done enough to shake the team up, there was no point instigating anything further.

after all, this was their turning point. set 2, 24-17, takumashii set point.

—

takumashii had come into this match prepared. prepared to win and prepared to lose. they knew they had worked hard to get where they were. but no matter what they had done before, nobody could have anticipated this. 

[name] was taking a beating. much like their earlier strategy to put pressure on atsumu, inarizaki turned it around, instead pressuring [name]. his knees were beginning to feel weak but he knew he had to push through for his team. he couldn't let them go home so early!

he dropped painfully, landing harsher than usual to dig ojiro's spike. the poor receive didn't bother kousei, easily utilising it for takumashii's offence but they were all watching [name] closely. they had never seen him get so tired, so slow. his movements were heavy and strained, nothing like their heiwa-kun.

he pushed himself up, slightly dizzy as he tried to follow the ball's movements. his head was spinning, thoughts jumbled together. he didn't know how to get himself out. the third set was dragging on and on and the longer [name] played, the more he struggled to push himself back up.

"he's lasting longer than i thought" akagi whistled lowly as [name] positioned himself wrongly to receive osamu's spike, sending it out of bounds. "he's impressive for sure"

"he's not breaking fast enough" atsumu scowled as takumashii called a timeout. his eyes followed the tired boy closely, narrowed in concentration. his team knew that atsumu was secretly enjoying this match, he hated playing weak teams and this was surely an exhilarating game. they had all heard his praise for the h/c haired libero, desperate to see him in action. 

he didn't disappoint.

—

[name] could barely think, everything was too loud in here, he could barely hear himself. win, win, win. he knew he wanted to, he needed to. he had to get through this for his team, he-

"heiwa-kun! you're getting sloppy!" yuichi slapped him on the back, instantly snapping him out of his head. the whole team eyed the first years, surprised. takumi immediately made to scold him but jun interrupted first.

"yeah, i don't think i've ever seen anyone walk all over you like that" he laughed, relieving the team when they noticed the annoyance start to show on [name]'s face. any emotion was better than none.

"shut up!" he muttered, crossing his arms and huffing as he looked away. he knew jun and yuichi would never let him live it down if he flubbed a receive anymore than he had this game. "i'd like to see you try!"

"pfft, no way" jun shook his head immediately, hands raising in defence. "i couldn't do what you do"

"but you can, heiwa-kun" yuichi reasoned, hand reaching up to [name]'s head, shaking it slightly. "show us why you have that nickname"

he raised his head to stare at them. most people would have worried at the blank look, thinking the encouragement hadn't worked but they could all tell. he had that fire in his eyes again. 

—

the calm stare scared suna as he stepped up to the serving line, ball in hand. there was a different air around the takumashii libero. he breathed softly, posture relaxed, position familiar. he looked like a lion, lying in wait for its prey to fall right into his lap. he knew exactly what he was doing. 

the whistle rung out, shaking suna from his gaze, glancing away and focusing on his serve. he was right there, ready for it.

kousei tossed swiftly to itsuki, the wing spiker hitting it straight down along the line of the court. a perfect line shot. he clapped hands with seiichi beside him. 24-23 inarizaki match point. 

keep them on their toes, itsuki's voice rung through [name]'s head as he watched the team celebrate their point. he stretched his neck briefly as he sunk down into position again, this time takumi stood beside him, readying himself to serve.

the captain threw the ball up, performing his usual spike serve, sending it towards osamu. [name]'s eyes followed atsumu's movements, waiting for any sign of his next move. everything felt slower, the air was heavier, his breathing loud in his ears. suna was running, ojiro coming from the back on the opposite side. a synchro attack? no. 

[name] noticed it first, the slight flex of his wrist, the change in focus. he shifted forwards before anyone else on his team, calling out "mine!" as his voice cut through the chaos. he dove towards the net, catching atsumu's setter dump right before it hit the floor.

the blonde's eyes widened as his feet hit the floor, staring at [name] in shock. there shouldn't have been anyway for him to notice, no one ever noticed. 

"kousei!" [name]'s called out, rolling out of the way, jolting the setter into action. the black haired vice-captain sprung up, running over and spinning to toss across the court. takumi was already there, running up, hand coming up to meet the ball perfectly. 

it was a perfect set up. 

thud.

—

[name] sucked in a breath, eyes wide as he stared at the ball that bounced by his feet. on their side of the court. it was on their side of the court.

he didn't move, shocked. there wasn't any noise, everyone too stunned to properly process it. when he finally looked up, inarizaki was cheering, patting each other on the back, turned away from takumashii already. he didn't understand what had happened. 

"come on" kousei was pulling at his arm, pulling him off the floor. "heiwa-kun, get up"

[name] stood bitterly, now staring at the score board with disdain. he couldn't believe the moment had finally come. he knew it was inevitable, it had to happen at some point, but the pain in his heart was still much worse than he had ever imagined it to be.

it wasn't enough. he wasn't enough.

the tears stung his eyes, hands clenched in fists by his side as he scowled at the ground. had it been any other situation he knew the team would have teased him for the rare show of emotion but all they could do right now was collect their things and head home.

they had lost.

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a/n: the profiles will be updated when they change for the next year :)))

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{you've unlocked takumashii captain}

-> #1 adachi takumi, takumashii high school 3rd year         position: captain, ace, wing spiker (2011/2012)         height: 189.1cm         current concern: he wants to spike with more power and accuracy, maybe if he was 1 cm taller..

{you've unlocked takumashii 1st years}

-> #6 hirabayashi [name], takumashii high school 1st year, class 5         position: libero         height: 168.3         current concern: he keeps having awkward encounters in the bathroom

-> #7 iwasaki jun, takumashii high school 1st year, class 1         position: middle blocker         height: 192.7         current concern: [name] won't tape his fingers for him anymore (he's the only one who tapes them well..)

-> #10 enomoto yuichi, takumashii high school 1st year, class 3         position: wing spiker         height: 177.9         current concern: he's struggling to decide what to eat for lunch

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"what's up with you?" iwasaki jun, the tall middle blocker first year, leaned his forearms on [name]'s head, following his line of sight. he let out a small chuckle, eyes lazily watching the miyagi team's ace stare at them. "that your old team?" 

"yeah.." [name] was caught up staring at them, after all he hadn't seen them in over a year now, before finally realising jun's position. he scowled, breaking away from looking at ushijima to kick a leg behind him, landing a painful hit to the tall black haired boy's shin. he hissed, backing away from [name]'s form to clutch his leg. 

"bad heiwa-kun" he frowned, talking as if [name] was a cat that had just scratched him. this only made the h/c haired boy cross his arms, stalking over to enomoto yuichi, their third first year counterpart. 

they knew [name] wasn't fond of his court name. the word 'heiwa' was a similar character to his last name, 'hirabayashi' being read wrong. it wasn't offensive, meaning peace or calm and he would have found it cool, had his team not used it as a nickname to tease him, that is.

"do you two ever stop fighting?" yuichi raised an eyebrow, not looking away from where he was scouring through a menu on his phone. 

"do you ever stop thinking about food?" this pulled his attention away from device, but only for a moment to send [name] a displeased look, immediately returning to the list, scrolling through for something to satisfy his cravings. [name] scoffed, instead moving to stand with their captain-duo.

"taicho" he popped up between their captain, adachi takumi and vice-captain, koizumi kousei. the light brown haired captain levelled him with a glare, intimidating for his usually sweet disposition. [name] wasn't fazed however, he was often on the receiving end of that glare after all, with the captain's hatred of the 'taicho' nickname much like his own. he deserved it.

"what?" he tilted his head innocently, face blank, pretending he didn't know what was wrong.

takumi sighed, crossing his arms. the first year was their only libero and the only first year regular on the team. he was a talented player, living up to his peaceful nickname when on court but when off.. he was as chaotic as the rest of the team. he was a little blank, cold sometimes but the team had grown used to his personality, taking note of his observing eyes, watching how they followed players every move. he was an admirer. 

"behave, heiwa-kun, we're representing takumashii" kousei was the one to scold him, he was blank faced as usual, sending a chill down takumi's spine. the pair were quite a sight, vacant stares and matching energies. they would be a powerful captain duo when he moved on. the third year cracked a smile at them, while they showed the least emotion on the team they somehow emoted the most when you knew them.

[name] had a playful glint in his eyes, kousei knew he was desperate to cause some trouble.

"alright, heiwa-kun" takumi pulled him in with an arm around his shoulders, now turning to the address the rest of the team, "let's get moving!" 

"osu!" they all called, picking up their bags, ready to conquer their first nationals.

—

tendou's hand landed on ushijima's shoulders, attempting to startle the ace who stared off at something else. the olive haired second year merely turned to him with a blank stare, confused. tendou stared back for a moment before following his past look to catch sight of a familiar head of h/c hair. 

"ohoho, if it isn't little [name]-kun!" his words caught the attention of the other second years. semi and ohira immediately perked up, moving over to the pair to see [name]. 

"what school is that..?" semi squinted at the jackets, unfamiliar with the light blue and white of their tracksuits. it wasn't until [name] turned around to scowl at the taller boy messing with him that they saw the name of their team, 'takumashii' written in bold lettering on the back. 

"woah, never heard of 'em" tendou raised an eyebrow, amused. "takumashii haven't been to nationals recently have they?"

"i don't think so.." ohira agreed, trying to remember the teams they played last year. "they must have gained some talented members this year" 

"they have [name]" ushijima stated, confident that [name]'s presence was the entire reason for takumashii's appearance. tendou snorted, turning away to cover his face. at least this year would be more interesting..

—

the opening ceremony went quickly but [name] barely paid any mind to the announcers. he merely kept his eye on the teams surrounding them, taking note of those familiar and those who weren't. most of the teams were ones he at least recognised, having stayed up late watching past national games to prepare himself for their opponents.

it wasn't long before the team was handed a sheet holding the brackets for matches. they crowded around takumi who read their bracket out for them, making note of the most popular teams.

"we're in the left bracket, our first match is going to be against samae tech" despite their delight to have made it this far the osaka team had no desire to be sent home during their first match, relieved at the revelation of their first line-up. samae tech was a school there were long familiar with, being from a neighbouring prefecture, tokushima. they had had several practice matches with the orange and white team. 

"we're on court c first up" takumi handed the papers off to their coach before they could obsess over the match ups. he knew his team would get distracted, thinking too far ahead with the what ifs, namely looking at [name] who huffed indignantly when he could no longer view the line-ups. 

"let's start warming up then, these courts are going to be different from our usual so we need you to get used to playing on them" omoikane matsumoto was a middle aged man, a past alumni for takumashii high school, having played as the team's setter when he was still in high school. he, himself, had taken his team to nationals almost 20 years ago. 

the last time they had made any appearance at the tokyo metropolitan gym was 6 years ago when they were in their peak. so it was surely a surprise to see their team's return to the national stage. 

as they begun warm up drills [name] stretched his legs, bending low and leaning to the side before switching legs. he stood ready, waiting for the team's serving drills. he ignored the several pairs of eyes he could feel on him. he knew a team such as themselves defeating their competition out of the blue after years of dormancy was often a sudden shock but did people really notice them that much?

he shook off the feeling, shuffling forwards and dropping low to receive kousei's serve. he frowned at the weak serve, used to receiving ones of a much higher calibre.  

"where's the power, vice-taicho?" he was obviously teasing, trying to provoke the team's setter. the boy merely ruffled his messy black hair, stretching his fingers as he moved to the other ball cart, ready to start the spiking drills for the others. [name] scoffed, a minuscule smirk when he noticed the twitch of the second year's eye. 

"stop messing with kousei, pay attention to the ball" takumi scolded immediately, not giving [name] any time to prepare at all, already hitting a jump serve straight for him. he blanched, leaning back and performing a sloppy overhead receive. even when he was caught off guard the ball still went where it needed to be, landing right where the setter would generally be positioned. 

"hmph" [name] pouted slightly, sinking into a crouch again, completely focused on the team's serves now. 

—

from the court beside them an owl like boy stared at the libero with glowing eyes. his gold iris' bored into the poor first year, watching his every move, the way he pulled off receive after receive with professional calmness, never once making a misstep. 

"hey bokuto!" his head finally snapped back towards his own team's libero, waving him over to warm up with the others. despite being pulled away from the osaka representative's practice, he couldn't help the burning desire to play them! 

—

the team's game against samae tech went pretty much without a hitch. the volleyball club were in excellent shape for their first nationals but that would be expected of a team with someone nicknamed heiwa-kun. 

they played much like any other practice match, easily taking two straight sets from the orange and white team, securing their place in the second round.

[name] felt the familiar feeling in his stomach, the fear of losing hidden beneath his confident facade as he shook hands with the devastated team. he couldn't help but imagine his own face looking similar to the despair written across theirs. he clenched his hands into fists, stepping away to his bag to avoid his spiralling thoughts.

"hey, heiwa-kun" jun caught up with him all too quick, pulling him close, practically covering his smaller frame with his own. "you want to check out the competition?"

"taicho and the others are going to check out the stalls but omoi-sensei said it's fine if we stick around the matches a bit longer" yuichi chipped in, pocketing his phone as he stepped up to them.

"sure" [name] shrugged, "i'm gonna head to the bathroom first, find an interesting match for me?" 

"you got it" jun snorted as he shot him finger guns, lazy eyes following the short boy's frame as he dipped out in the direction of the bathrooms.

[name] sighed once he was finally alone, pulling out his own phone, checking for messages. the only ones he had were well-wishes from his parents and a couple excited ones from hinata updating him on miyagi. he softened slightly, glad hinata was still energetic despite his lack of club. 

he stepped into the bathroom, using his shoulder to push the door open. he froze as he almost walked into another male. he side-stepped the taller boy as he apologised, head bowed.

"oi" he paused, glancing up to blink at the black jersey. inarizaki.

"yes?" he looked up to see the blonde's scowl, quickly recognising him as miya atsumu. 

"ya team, are they weak?" [name] felt his eye twitch, annoyed. who did he think he was, speaking down on them like that? they didn't even know each other. 

"no" the h/c haired boy firmly stated, crossing his arms, standing his ground despite the height difference.

the blonde scoffed, "i don't like playing weak people. we'll crush ya tomorrow" 

"well, i'm sorry to disappoint" [name] begun, cocking his head to the side, challenging the setter. "but you won't be crushing anyone tomorrow because we're certainly not weak" 

"we'll see" despite the finality of his statement neither boy moved, staring at each other with cold eyes. [name] decided immediately that he didn't like this boy.

they were interrupted by a new voice, the door opening behind him to an identical looking male, if it weren't for the very obvious differing hair colours, that is. the grey haired boy raised an eyebrow at them, a black haired boy lazily eyeing them from behind. 

"what the hell are ya doing, 'tsumu?" the grey haired twin snarled, looking between them. 

"scouting the competition, 'samu" he huffed, crossing his arms and childishly glaring at the shorter boy. "though i can't say there is any"

"why you-!" before [name] could lose his cool (and destroy what little belief atsumu had in his team) a hand reached out, pulling his jacket.

"heiwa-kun" 

he paused, eyes locking with jun's. yuichi raised an unamused eyebrow at him too, his hand being the one to grab [name]'s jacket. 

"heiwa?" atsumu's eyes widened a bit at the now blank faced boy, shocked to know the boy he was just trash talking was actually the one he was most excited to see play. 

"yeah, what about it?" [name], despite being held like a feral cat, managed a glare at him. "you got something against me, huh?" 

atsumu didn't say anything, watching as miya osamu and suna rintarou apologised for his behaviour. yuichi and jun waved it off, bowing back and apologising for [name]'s behaviour as well. neither culprit argued, silently sharing tense eye contact. 

"we're leaving, heiwa-kun" yuichi snapped them out of it, ignoring [name]'s complaints about never having actually managed to go to the bathroom. 

"what's wrong with ya?" osamu sent atsumu a judgmental glance as they watched the takumashii first year trio wander off. the inarizaki group finally begun to make their own way back to their team.

suna eyed him with a small grin, highly amused. "yeah, you just ruined any chance you had at talking to him"  

"shut up!" atsumu snarled, scaring a couple of players surrounding them in the hall. "he's a dick anyways!"

"i'm pretty sure if anyone was a dick it'd be you" osamu hummed, earning a harsh slap to the back of his head. 

"you're the dick 'samu!" the blonde screeched as the pair began to fight. suna merely added to his ever growing collection of blackmail, a small smile on his face. maybe he could find heiwa-kun later, that'd be good blackmail.

—

"he was a dick!" [name] huffed again, arms crossed indignantly. he had never been so offended. "he said we were weak and they were going to crush us tomorrow!" 

jun and yuichi shared a small smile. they were glad he was finally showing his passion and it was sort of amusing to see him so rattled. "yeah, well you don't need to retaliate, just let the team speak for itself" yuichi's words earned a small sigh.

"i suppose you're right" the h/c haired boy's hands fell to his side, following jun's footsteps to the stands.

"i'm always right" yuichi scoffed, flicking [name]'s head from behind. he reached a hand up, holding the sore spot and glaring up at him as they sat down.

"don't let it go to your big head" he teased, eyes now flickering to the court where a game carried on to the third set. "is that fukurodani?" he leaned forwards now, surprised to see the tokyo team playing. they were versing kawahori high school with the score currently being 1-1. fukurodani led this third set, 21-17. 

out of all the teams [name] studied during his national game marathons fukurodani was by far one of his favourite. he desperately wanted to play them, he wanted to see how he'd fair against an ace like bokuto koutarou. this national tournament would hopefully be his chance. 

first though, they needed to pass inarizaki. one challenge at a time as takumi liked to remind them.

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a/n: takumashii high school's first year at nationals. we're working towards meeting hinata at nationals!! they'll be experienced by then. i'm excited for that arc but before we get there there's plenty of other arcs to enjoy too ;)) 

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"i'm moving.." it was blunt. emotionless. nothing like hinata had expected this conversation to go.

not that he was even expecting this conversation at all..

"what?!" the said ginger haired boy jumped from his seated position beside [name], shocked. they had been watching another professional match when he brought the worry up. "where? when? why?!" 

[name] sighed. his eyes were downcast, the usual light in them completely gone as he blankly stared at the screen. they had been like that a lot recently. ever since his third year started hinata noticed the way he begun to sink into himself again. he was a lot like hinata first remembered him. cold, quiet and secluded.

the second year boy tried to cheer him up as much as possible. [name] wasn't exactly open with his feelings after all so hinata mainly had to guess, although he found that it was quite easy to read the h/c haired boy as they grew up. but it was hard when he didn't know what was causing him problems. he didn't attend the same school, he wasn't able to tell if [name] was having trouble there..

[name] didn't answer for moment, a little slow; "osaka.."

osaka was quite far away. too far away. hinata's face soured at that. 

"will i see you again..?" that was the most important question to him. he needed his best friend.

"yes" [name]'s head shot up, surprised at the sudden sadness in hinata's voice. he answered immediately without hesitation. "of course! we'll play each other at nationals! i'll win, but i'll be able to watch you play for real!" 

hinata couldn't help the snort he let out. they always had a way to lighten the mood. "i'll win! just you wait, [name]-kun!"

"mhm, sure" [name] hummed lightly, obviously teasing him. he wasn't as happy as he once had been but hinata's presence surely brought out a more playful side to him. 

"geh! you don't believe me! i'll show you!" hinata pounced on him, tackling him to the floor. they both rolled around, bumping into his bed and desk as they did so, laughing loudly as they jokingly argued.

"you lose every time we play anything, shoyo" [name] chuckled, pinching his side in retaliation, rolling on top of him. he laid his entire weight upon the poor boy, squishing him to the floor. hinata let out a loud 'oof' as he plopped on top of him, squirming to pull himself away.

"[nameeeee]" he whined, hand shoving against his cheek, trying to push him away. 

"shoyoooo" [name] mimicked, voice coming out slightly muffled due to hinata's hand. "you started this" 

"you didn't believe me!"

"and i still don't" [name] huffed, finally rolling off him, laying on his back beside him. "you just lost again" the jab was one that hinata usually reacted to but this time he only remained silent.

the pair lay side by side, both lost in their thoughts, the only sounds in the room being their slowing breaths.

[name] frowned again, he'd still have to tell his team. but for now, he was content laying by hinata. his best friend provided some sort of comfort no one else could..

—

he found that it was easier to reveal something like that to a team full of strangers than it would have been had his senpai been there. it was this moment that he was glad they weren't in the same year.

"sensei" [name] stepped over to the coach, picking idly at the skin around his fingernails as he waited for the old man's attention. "i won't be here to play the next tournament.. i'm moving to osaka"

"are you kidding? we don't have another libero!" washijou looked scorned, shocked. it was nice to know they needed him but [name] frowned, knowing they didn't need him for his talent, only desperate because he was their only choice. 

"i can train fujihara-kun to play libero for the games but i won't be playing anymore" [name] stood tall in his position, something that reminded washijou of tendou. the coach huffed, crossing his arms, realising that they had no other choice.

"very well" he nodded, reluctantly approving of the plan. he then yelled out, calling out the first year. "fujihara! over here!"

shocked and entirely nervous the second year boy, fujihara kento bounced over. [name] scowled at the way the red haired boy towered over him. stupid tall people. "you'll be playing as starting libero! [name] will train you until the tournament! learn something from him, got it?!"

fujihara in all his shaking nervousness saluted washijou before turning to [name], unsure of what to do. 

to be honest [name] didn't really have any idea of what to do himself, he had never trained someone before. they stared at each other awkwardly for a moment before he sighed, waving a hand to show fujihara to follow him. 

guess he'd just have to rely on how he remembered hiroto and semi teaching him. 

they started with the basics, receiving positions and diving drills. it was something they did often, after all, shiratorizawa only needed those with the capabilities to adapt. that was where their strength lied. honing in on one skill was no use to a team of all-rounders. 

that's probably what washijou had first found interesting in [name]. he wasn't quite an all-rounder but his ability as libero and possibly a backup setter were more than enough to earn him his spot on the team. unlike his negative thinking, washijou had more faith in him than he liked to admit. 

[name] had been a pillar in the shiratorizawa success. it was hard to find a libero quite so good, so reliable. shiratorizawa wasn't know for their impenetrable defence, the source of their strength lied in their spiking and blocking. the coach had to, albeit reluctantly, admit that he didn't think he'd ever make such a powerful team again now that [name] was leaving. they would lose their staple. 

all eyes were on the sole third year of the team as he gently corrected fujihara's movements, attempting to teach him a libero toss. he radiated warmth despite his tendency to be cold. perhaps it was a shiratorizawa thing to be a little emotionless, but he was their ever admirable libero. he would never know just how much the team really looked up to him.

"senpai" fujihara flopped on the floor freely as washijou had his back turned, now focusing on yelling at the poor spikers. "how do you do this? you make it look so easy during games" he whined, practically melting into the floor.

[name] offered him a small smile, crouching beside him, spinning the ball on one finger. "i've had a lot more experience than you, fujihara-kun" he shrugged lamely, earning a raised eyebrow and judging expression from the second year.

"i don't know" he threw his hands up, leaning back so that he landed on his butt. he held the ball still now, thinking of a better answer. 

"you always know what to do" kento sighed, "you're just so sure of your plays and where to dive. i can't do that, nobody else on the team can do that. we all hesitate before moving. you just know where the ball is going to be"

he didn't speak up for a moment, stunned at the revelation of the team's view of him. how did he do it? 

"i don't always know where the ball is going to be" he bitterly spoke, reminded of a certain brunette setter. he was the only one to outplay him, the only one who made him ever hesitate. "but it's easy to guess when you watch the other team's setups. volleyball is a sport where you have to be constantly watching. and once you know where to look it becomes second nature"

"so you.. guess?" kento sat up now, staring intensely at him. he obviously missed the point of his little speech but [name] didn't mind. he let out a small chuckle, pulling at the second year's heart strings.

"sure" he shrugged, "its more of an educated guess but i suppose it's still a guess. don't worry, fujihara-kun, you'll learn to do it too someday."

[name] stood now, shifting the volleyball to his left hand, reaching his other one down to pull the red haired boy off the floor, "for now, let's stick to the basics, okay?"

kento nodded, barely getting over [name]'s laugh. he had never seen him show such emotion before and he wanted to see it more often even if they only had a couple weeks together. he vowed to make the most of those weeks, he was going to make his senpai proud, become a libero he could be thrilled to call his kouhai.

—

tendou frowned at his phone, noticing the lack of messages from their favourite kouhai libero. he huffed loudly, head lolling backwards in frustration. semi rolled his eyes from beside him, he was being dramatic. 

"satori" semi didn't even look up from his homework as he wrote, already scolding him. "[name]'s a third year now and their final tournament is next week, he's probably busy"

"yeah, but he's never busy enough to ignore us!" tendou threw his hands up, annoyed. 

"well have you tried, i don't know, maybe messaging him?" semi finally glanced up now, raising an eyebrow at the red haired first year.

"no.." tendou crossed his arms, turning his head away. "but he always messages first!"

"just message him" they both jumped at a new voice, eyes trailing to ohira and ushijima. ohira gave them a judging look. "what? he's not going to ignore you if you message him. you need to reach out first"

"fine!" tendou finally agreed, reaching for his phone and immediately hitting send on a pre-written paragraph. semi raised both eyebrows now, eyes boring into tendou's head. the said boy turned away, ignoring the looks he received.

eventually they all went back to their own things, sitting in silence in the common room of the shiratorizawa dorms. inevitably, it wasn't long before tendou spoke up again. he lasted about 2 minutes to be precise.

"he's not answering.."  

they all groaned loudly.

—

meanwhile, [name] sat in his room, staring at the amount of cardboard boxes piling up by his bedroom door. he had one final box open in front of him, holding his various medals and volleyball possessions. he kneeled beside it, staring sadly at the photo in his hands. 

it was one he cherished the most, the photo his parents had taken after their win last year. he looked nothing like he usually did but neither did his teammates. they were all posing with their medals, standing together in two lines. tendou had his forearms on [name]'s own shoulders, leaning over his kneeling form from the line behind, both hands holding peace signs.

despite tendou's pose, [name]'s face held nothing but happiness, a bright grin spread over his lips as he held his medal up with one hand, the other holding a peace sign. he could tell his eyes were slightly red, evident that he had been crying some time before the photo.

semi stood beside tendou, ushijima on the red haired boy's other side with reon kneeling beside [name]. semi held his medal in one hand, pose having been matching most of the team if it hadn't been for his other hand reaching for tendou's head. however, his usual scowl was replaced with an amused smile, obviously teasing. reon held his medal with both hands, head tilted to smile at [name] and tendou's interaction. 

ushijima had a small smile on his own face, a rare sight for the ace as he too held his medal, completely ignoring the chaos beside him as his other hand showed off their award. the rest of the team proudly brandished their own medals, most of them, similar to ushijima, ignoring the fight about to ensure in the middle of the group in favour of celebrating their achievements. 

his phone buzzed behind him on his plain bed, stripped of all personality. he paused, finally placed the picture in the box, closing the lid and taping it up like the others. he took a moment to lift it to the pile.

he sighed, hands on his hips as he slowly spun around, staring at the empty room. he was going to miss this house, his friends, his neighbourhood. 

before he even had a chance to fall into a small depressive train of thought his phone rung this time, jolting him out of it. he scrambled for the device in a daze, stopping his frantic movements when he realised who the caller was. tendou. 

he stared at it blankly, before finally realising that he was going miss it. 

"hello?" he answered, raising it to his ear, immediately regretting his choice when tendou screeched into his ear.

"why didn't you answer my message?!" he frowned, face scrunching up in confusion before making the connection that tendou's message had been the one that had buzzed about 3 minutes ago. he heard the brief shushing in the background, amused.

"senpai" he begun, deadpanning. "you sent that like 3 minutes ago"

"yes, and?" [name] couldn't help the smile that appeared on his face. he was really going to miss their antics.

—

goodbyes were always sad. maybe that's why [name] never mentioned anything to his beloved senpai. or maybe he had just hoped to ignore the reality for a bit longer in favour of talking to them about things he actually enjoyed. he did not enjoy moving at all, the feeling left a small hole in his heart. 

he felt bad for not realising that he hadn't told them as he was seated in the car, already on the way to his new home. shit, were they going to be mad? he pulled his phone out, intent on calling them before noting that they were in practice right now. he frowned, opting to leave a message to them before leaning back against his seat to take a nap, hoping to pass the long drive quicker.

'hey, call me when you're out of practice'

when he did wake it was to his phone ringing. he blinked blearily, confused as he straightened up, back popping before he reached for his device, clicking the answer call button, raising it to his ear.

"[name]!!" tendou's voice greeted him and he pulled back, checking the caller id again. it was semi. 

"hi satori-senpai" he sleepily answered, "is everyone there?"

"yup! even yamagata, you still haven't properly met him though.." tendou nodded despite neither seeing one another. "what's up?"

"put me on speaker" he waited for a moment before continuing once he had confirmation. "i forgot to mention it earlier.. i'm moving to osaka"

"what?! when?" tendou reacted first, voice the closest to the phone, obviously still holding it. the others followed suit, however their surprise was more contained than the middle blocker's.

"um, right now.." he prepared himself for the scolding. "i'm sorry, it really slipped my mind, we've all been so busy these past few weeks.."

it was silent for a moment, the group all soaking it in.

"you didn't say goodbye" ushijima pointed out, and [name] could hear the slightly disappointment in his voice despite his blunt response. "will you be playing volleyball at your new school?"

"i know, i'm sorry.. and yes, senpai, i'll be continuing volleyball. i'll still see you at nationals, and i'm planning to visit in the summer" [name] paused for a second, "if you want me to.."

"of course we do" ohira reassured. they knew [name] like the back of their hand.

"we better see you at nationals" semi teased lightly, trying to lift the mood. [name] was slightly worried at tendou's silence but the other's words made him feel at least a little better.

"who knows maybe i'll get to play against you" he suggested, a small grin playing on his lips. 

he heard tendou's scoff, and despite the mocking intentions it brought relief. "i'd like to see you beat us, we'll win" 

"you never know" [name] offered a teasing remark, beginning to calm now that he knew they weren't angry with him. they never knew, maybe he would win..

—

when [name] stepped into the tokyo metropolitan gym he didn't know what to expect. like many of his teammates this was his first national tournament. 

they all beamed, full of what felt like endless energy as they glanced around at the multiple courts. they were surprised at the sheer size of the building, rows after rows of seating. the other teams hustled around them, many already familiar with their surroundings. 

[name]'s gaze slowly shifted from the courts to the other teams, catching sight of the purple and white uniform, eyes locking with olive coloured eyes.

"oh shit.."

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"you're blushing"

"shut up!" 

many pairs of eyes turned towards the two boys. one had a bright red face, pushing the others hand away from him, stopping him from continuing his assault on his poor cheek. 

the h/c haired boy sunk further into his seat, trying not to draw so much attention to himself despite the loud shout he had just let out. his fluffy hair covered the embarrassed expression on his face, head laying on his arms that leaned on the railing overlooking the current match happening below them.

hopefully not too much longer. [name] huffed impatiently, frowning at the slowly moving scoreboard.

third set. 21-22

"c'mon [name]-kun" the older boy, tendou satori , beside him merely grinned, obviously riling him up as he nudged their shoulders together. "lighten up"

"no, shut up satori-senpai" he hissed, pushing back a bit harsher than the older boy had. despite his frustration he never failed to properly address him. their match had finished a lot quicker than expected for a semi-final, granting them time to watch kitagawa daiichi's match.

"just leave him alone, satori" semi eita quietly scolded, pulling tendou away from the poor boy by the back of his jacket, stepping in between them to avoid any fights from occurring. despite their height difference the pair had the tendency to get into disagreements, as they called them (their team didn't agree).

[name] leaned back a bit, sticking his tongue out at tendou. ushijima wakatoshi was quick to intervene, however, grabbing a hold of tendou's reaching hand and pushing [name]'s face away.

"semi said to stop" ushijima blankly stared at them before letting go, prompting the said boy to turn around, annoyed. 

"[name]-kun, let's go for a walk" ohira reon finally intervened, standing up and gesturing for him to follow. semi moved his hands to grab [name]'s shoulders before walking him away from the stands. reon joined them stepping up on [name]'s left.

"why do you always fight so much, anyways?" semi raised an eyebrow at him as he shifted to stand on [name]'s other side, letting his hands drop. "you get along most of the time"

"he's annoying, eita-senpai" [name] shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets as they walked around the gym. students stared at the trio, all middle school players who were waiting for the semi final match to end. that way they would know who would be against shiratorizawa tomorrow in the finals.

shiratorizawa always won. it was hard to beat a powerhouse school with powerhouse players. but [name] was different. he wasn't tall like the others, standing at a proud height of 160.8cm at age 13. while it didn't matter as a libero, it was surely a surprise to see him in a team that prioritised height as an entry requirement. 

"doesn't it bother you?" semi frowned, looking down at his kouhai. despite the arguments and playful fights between them the third years deeply cared for their libero. he had trained with them the most, saving their misses and aiding them through struggles, not that there were many of those with ushijima as ace. in response to [name]'s confused look he clarified, "the stares"

"not really" he shrugged, bluntly brushing it off. ohira and semi shared a glance, they knew what this was. [name] was scared. he didn't have to tell them but they knew. he was going to be left all alone now, the only one to lead the team, something he didn't see himself as qualified for (he certainly was).

[name] walked quicker, stepping away from them, determinedly heading for the water fountain a couple metres away. he was trying to distance himself..

they all knew this was their last game as a team. not forever even though it would feel like it. they would reunite in high school, just like tendou always said. they would be the best team nationals would have ever seen, defeating everyone in their way. they wouldn't lose. 

just like they wouldn't lose tomorrow to kitagawa daiichi.

—

[name] wasn't nervous. he told himself that over and over but he knew he was. not enough to flub around and mess up the team's rhythm but enough to feel it in the bottom of his stomach. all he wanted was for the game to be the team's last effort together, their final victory.

and what a good send off it would be. 

all eyes were on them as they walked through the gym. it wasn't anything they weren't used to, who wouldn't stare at the team who constantly conquered all. [name] could feel himself shrink however, over-aware of the looks sent his way. he didn't mind the ones that came from other teams, they all eyed him with awe, surprised at his skill as a libero.

it was the ones from his friends that unnerved him.

they were picking him apart, trying to get a feel for how he was acting. they wanted to know if he was okay. and although he would tell them so, he didn't quite believe it himself just yet. he couldn't think of anything except the impending end to their team. 

he wasn't going to be with them anymore. they were going to leave and find their way in high school and he was going to be stuck trying to hold himself together all alone. he hated how dependent he had become on them. he couldn't bare to see the day they would graduate. 

with a shake of his head and small murmur of 'toilet', he scurried away from the team. shoving his hands in his pockets he used his shoulder to push the bathroom door open, almost immediately bumping into a taller boy. 

"sorry" he kept his head down, passing by without sparing him a glance. there was a small scoff from the said teen but [name] ignored him in favour of heading to the sink. he didn't want to cause a problem, he knew he would snap if they spoke any further. 

"what? too afraid to look at me, libero-kun?" this time he did, raising his head to meet oikawa tooru's eyes through the bathroom mirror. 

"no.." he spoke softly, confused. he hadn't ever spoken to oikawa before but he knew from experience that the setter wasn't particularly fond of his own team, with no help from ushijima. while he hadn't expected a cheery greeting he certainly hadn't thought he harboured that much disdain. he didn't speak any more words despite oikawa's raised eyebrow. 

the brunette huffed, annoyed; by what [name] wasn't quite certain. perhaps him? or maybe that he was to face shiratorizawa again in less than 40 minutes. "i didn't take you as the nervous type" 

[name] hummed, now turning the tap on properly and holding his hands under the warm water, trying to bring the temperature of his fingers back up. "i'm not" he shrugged, turning the tap so that the water was a bit hotter, "just cold" 

"cold because you're nervous" oikawa crossed his arms, offering a smug smile like he had won an argument. [name]'s brows furrowed, shaking his hands dry now and properly turning to face the older boy. 

"being nervous doesn't mean we're going to lose. if that's what you're implying" [name] pointedly stared him down for a moment, allowing his hands to drip before finally reaching for paper towel. oikawa opened his mouth to argue, hiss at him for hinting at his own loss but [name] spoke before he could.

"you're a formidable opponent, senpai, it's never easy to play you. just so you know.." he lowered his head again, stepping out of the bathroom, pausing in the doorway for a moment, considering his next words. "good luck"

oikawa was stunned, staring at the spot he stood. good luck, he scoffed again, hands shoved into his jacket as he finally made his way back to his own team. it wasn't luck, it was skill.

—

kitagawa daiichi were a team they were long familiar with. both knew each other's play styles well. sure there was the variable of the new first years but they were hardly on court. it wasn't any different to playing them like they always had.

they would win. [name] knew that.

he dived again, rolling to the side as the ball flew back into the air, sent straight to semi. he huffed, wiping the sweat off his face as he pushed himself off the floor. his hands came together, waiting for the next hit to come his way. 

he couldn't help the small smirk at the spiker's expression. he stood, perfectly positioned to receive the oncoming line shot. fear. that's what he was told he instilled into other players. he hadn't really paid much attention until recently but they really were scared of him. 

he was always there. no matter how hard the other team tried to avoid him he was there. picking up the cross shot. diving for the straight. catching the rebound from his own team's blockers. he was there.

he pushed himself up again and again, quick to take note of the other team's positioning. he knew what they were aiming for. 

until he didn't..

he scowled, anger filling him as he lay on the floor, painfully aware of the victorious grin staring down at him. 

"damnit!" he banged the floor with his fist, slowly pushing himself back to kneel, eyes immediately going to the scoreboard. set 2, 27-29. they had lost the second set..

he turned back to the brunette setter. the one who had caught him off guard. he had been too late. he hadn't realised oikawa tooru had been planning a setter dump. it made him feel weak.

he despised the way oikawa lost game after game to their own team and yet still managed to outsmart him. 

he glared up at him, hating the worry which twisted in his stomach. he couldn't bare to send the third years, his senpai, his best friends, off without winning this game. 

oikawa laughed at his expression, heading back over to his team. [name] noticed the smack the setter received but it didn't make him feel any better.

"[name]" a hand landed on his shoulder. semi. "we're switching sides. let's go"

he merely nodding, accepting the hand that pulled him up.

"don't beat yourself up" ohira chimed, giving [name] a grin as he gently ruffled the second year's hair. "there's still a third set"

"yeah, we're gonna win, don't you worry 'bout that" tendou smirked, arm wrapping around [name]'s shoulders, leaning all his weight on top of him. he felt himself relax slightly, the familiar grip bringing him some comfort.

"you're heavy" [name] huffed, slouching as they walked. "and sweaty" he jokingly held a hand over his nose, earning a small laugh.

"yeah well, so are you" tendou pushed a hand onto [name]'s cheek, shoving him away before playfully wiping it on his jersey in mock disgust.

they were quick to get back into the game mindset, listening to washijou's stern instructions as they hastily gulped down their water.

[name] sat beside washijou, hunched over on the bench as the whistle blew, watching his teammates find their positions on court. only one last set together. he scowled, eyeing iwaizumi's form as he served. they were beginning to tire but he could tell his own team was too. 

despite their exhaustion the team never failed to keep up formation. they played smoothly, weaving in between each other, using each other like a dance. [name] usually loved the moments he got when he was swapped out, taking advantage of the quiet he had to properly focus on the other team's advances. 

he was strategically strong. the team knew that, they trusted him and his plans. they followed his movements, followed his hand signals. he was able to assess the situation so clearly but in this moment right now, he couldn't stop his mind from reeling, his usual calm flow of tactics muddled and hard to distinguish. 

he was caught up with the potential of a loss. 

they were going to win.

he felt a tap on his shoulder. tendou stood in front of him, ready to swap places. he raised an eyebrow, concerned with his spacing out. [name] shook his off, giving him a look which said i'm fine.

breathe.

—

[name] reached his hand back up, once again wiping away the sweat on his forehead. he bent his knees eyes focused on the team's movements. he awaited the serve, ready for oikawa's powerful one. he watched his run-up, the usual calmness nowhere to be found. he was losing stamina.

he watched as the brunette forced more power into the hit, ultimately losing control over it's course. [name] reached his hands out, ducking. 

"out!" 

he turned watching as the ball landed a good metre outside the court. he felt ohira's pat on his back as he turned back around, shaking his arms out to lose some nerves.

he paused as he noticed kitagawa making a substitution. [name]'s eyes followed the first year boy holding oikawa's number as he jogged into the third year's previous position. he didn't back away from the stare when blue eyes met his own. 

the first year flinched at his gaze, surprised to catch [name]'s attention so early on. he only pulled away, snapping out of his daze as semi bounced the ball beside him, spinning it in his hand before performing his own jump serve. 

[name] readied himself again, watching closely as the team prepared to use their ace again, watching the course of the ball as the first year setter predictably passed straight to iwaizumi hajime. [name] swapped positions with semi smoothly, familiar with their transitions. he bumped the ball up towards his own setter, stepping back to allow ushijima's run up. 

[name] hated to admit that he was stuck on oikawa's benched form. he was so used to playing with him, analysing his moves, knowing his plays. he pushed himself a little harder, it was almost unnoticeable the way he was only a little slower on receives, the first little hesitant shuffles he made.

he had never felt so unsure on court since he first started playing. kageyama tobio wasn't anything special. it couldn't be him, he played safe, he played expectantly. 

[name] groaned as he switched with tendou again. he sat anxiously on the bench, knees bouncing up and down with the tension. he used the moments out to observe kageyama's playing style. he needed to get his mind on track. he had to admit, for a first year he was good. 

but he wasn't oikawa.

[name] cracked his fingers absentmindedly, completely and wholly focused on the first year player. kageyama tobio played just like he did. it wasn't different, it wasn't new. he followed oikawa's sets, learnt from watching the older male play. 

he wasn't different, he was simple. for now.

kageyama had potential but right now? he was only another oikawa. another stepping stone to get over.

and [name] wasn't about to let him throw him off. no way.

—

[name] grit his teeth, diving once past the court lines, using his fist to push the ball back to the other side of the court. he stood again, running forwards, ready to catch the kitagawa's spike. tendou pushed the ball back down onto the other side, saving him what he was beginning to feel would have been a botched receive. 

he slapped his cheeks, annoyed as the referee blew the whistle, signalling a substitution again. kageyama headed off court, innocently taking the number card from oikawa's hand. [name] watched the dirty glare sent to the younger male, frowning as oikawa stormed back onto the court. [name] could tell he was full of anger, resentment. 

23-20, set 3. [name] shook his hands out, stepping back and crouching. he stretched his leg calmly, waiting for oikawa's serve. the breath he sucked in slowly allowed him to ignore the other sounds around him, blocking out the noise of the crowd. he could feel his heart beating heavily, pumping through his head as he stretched his neck slightly, stilling at the sound of the referee's whistle.

oikawa performed his usual jump serve. he was more precise than ever, [name] diving for the edge of the court, ohira beside him only for them to be too slow. the referee called it in, the ball only just landing on the line. [name] huffed, pushing himself back up and staring down the setter as he prepared a second serve.

23-21

oikawa served again, more stable this time. cut him off at one, [name] reminded himself, bending lower and bumping it up in a perfect arch to semi. he shuffled back, eyes following the flow of the ball. ushijima slammed it down through iwaizumi and oikawa's hands. 

24-21, one more point.

ohira was thrown the ball, preparing to serve next. he bounced it a couple times before running up and hitting it towards the other team's libero. oikawa prepared to set again, form a little off compared to his earlier flawless sets. [name] let his eyes sweep the court, watching iwaizumi and the two middle blockers run up.

he side stepped to the edge of the court, allowing ohira and semi to block off the other wing spikers course for a cross shot, easily picking up the powerful line shot. semi ran back, ducking under the ball and sending it to ushijima again. the ace slammed it down only for the other libero to bump it up. 

the receive was a little rocky but not anything oikawa couldn't deal with. he could feel the eyes on him, painfully aware of [name]'s presence. and perhaps that was what made him do it. [name] was sharper this time, hyper-focused on oikawa's movements, looking for the slightest hint of his next play.

and there it was. the switch in his wrist. the fumble [name] was waiting for. he dived straight away, catching the setter dump, much to both teams surprise. oikawa scowled, letting out a frustrated yell as semi once again set to ushijima, allowing their ace to get the final point. 

ushijima put all his power into the hit, slamming it down in a cross shot. oikawa and iwaizumi helplessly dived for the ball, sliding painfully along the floor as they missed. 

the whistle hurt their ears as it signalled the end of their final match. it was over.

25-21

oikawa's kneeling form gave [name] flashbacks to last year. he remembered the brunette's same defeated expression. the one that made him scowl as ushijima stared him down.

iwaizumi pulled himself up from beside him, moving away without a word. it seemed they were all accustomed to oikawa's sour attitude. nobody made a move to aid him. 

this time however [name] stood above him, mirroring the setter's earlier position. the blue and white team's face showed devastation, they had lost. again.

and it was always to shiratorizawa. the powerhouse team that pummelled all. [name] didn't want to show him pity, he knew it would be the last thing oikawa wanted in that moment. instead he merely ducked under the net, holding a hand out to pull him up.

oikawa glared at him, unsure. [name] sighed shaking his hand slightly, more forcibly, waiting impatiently for him to take it. there was a small gasp from somewhere behind him as the setter finally did. it was almost as if nobody, not even his own team had expected him to actually show any sportsmanship. oikawa tooru towered over him when he stood but [name] knew in that moment he was the one who held the most power. 

neither said a word, hands unclasping and moving back to their teammates to line up. [name] noticed the way oikawa clenched his fists, teeth grinding against each other, beating himself up over the last few plays.

it was hard to ignore the sobs as they bowed to each other. [name] always found it to be the worst part of the game. 

he couldn't imagine losing and he didn't want to but he for sure he would be a mess had it been him in oikawa's position. 

for now, he'd suck his own tears back up, trying to ignore the gnawing feeling in his stomach. 

it was only the end for now but he had no idea how wrong he really was.

—

"i'm moving.." 

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hirabayashi [name] didn't have many friends. he didn't know if it was a thing that came with being on the volleyball team, (a team which intimidated most of the student body), or he was just simply that unlikable (he definitely wasn't).

he often found that most of the people he attempted to befriend would back off almost immediately. he didn't know why. maybe he was really that scary?

"eita-senpai?" [name] frowned at the floor in concentration as the pair walked home. [name]'s house was definitely further than anyone else on the volleyball team, living up on the hill, but semi lived at least halfway to his house so he was glad he wasn't too lonely. 

the grey-haired boy hummed, raising an eyebrow at him. [name] finally looked up, pausing in his steps with a small pout.

"am i scary?" semi almost choked on air in surprise. scary? [name]? he was the cutest kouhai the team had ever seen.

"no way. why?" he vigorously shook his head, confused as to where this came from.

"well, people always seem to look away when i make eye contact with them. and my classmates are very blunt whenever we do talk" [name] hummed, beginning to walk again. "maybe i did something to scare them. could they just not like me?"

"i don't think that's the case, [name]-kun" semi mumbled, "i think it has more to do with us than you"

"what do you mean?" [name] stared at him incredulously, "you didn't do anything?"

"no, but we're pretty scary, aren't we? it's a little intimidating to be friends with someone who's always followed by two towers" semi chuckled slightly, reminded of the fact that tendou and ushijima insisted on accompanying [name] everywhere when they weren't in class. 

"oh.." [name] nodded, understanding more. hopefully, they'd be more inclined to like him. he didn't know how he was going to deal with being all alone after the older boys left. he shook his head, trying to ignore the gnawing feeling in his stomach. he always had to ruin a good moment, huh?

—

if there was one word shiratorizawa junior high's volleyball club would use to describe [name] it would definitely be quiet. the boy wasn't silent, per se, he was talkative enough when he wanted to be. but he was certainly the perfect secret weapon. he didn't strike people as strong and he didn't have a domineering presence like many of the others, in fact, people rarely believed he was actually a part of the volleyball team at all, mistaking him for a manager. he didn't match their reputation at all.

which, as tendou liked to remind him, only made him a better player. it was a shock to see your spike picked up by the small boy you thought was the team's aid. he was a silent threat, throwing people off their game, quietly taunting them as he picked up hit after hit. he was reliable.

he was annoying.

and he was proud. he couldn't help but grin inwardly at the rumours circulating around the gym. after only one year he was already standing out amongst rising players.

as he walked back into practice at the start of the school year, the others greeted him kindly, ohira ruffling his hair and pulling him over to begin warming up. he was a senpai now, after all, he needed to start setting a good example. 

the first years that walked in were nervous, as anyone joining the well-known team would be, but they were good. good enough to make up for the lack of team members they were left with now that the third years had moved on. [name] sighed at the lack of second years, noticing that despite the new school year beginning, he was still the only second year on the team.

hopefully, it wouldn't effect them too much later, after all, they were shiratorizawa. he could only pray the team wouldn't fail after the departure of his friends.

he sighed. he'd just have to work harder.

—

hinata shoyo paused as he road along through the street. he had been thinking about how didn't know what club to join when he spotted people crowded around a certain shop. coming to an, albeit abrupt halt, he watched as the karasuno volleyball team played on the screen, enamoured with their #10's jump. he felt his eyes widen, shocked.

the desire quickly filled him, desperate to play. he wanted to jump- no, fly like he had. 

finally composing himself, hinata sped home in a rush, desperate to find out more. maybe he could join the volleyball team! unfortunately, he wasn't looking where he was going, bike colliding with another, sending the two riders to the floor.

luckily they landed on the grass rather than the concrete. bruises were certainly better than scrapes. 

"hey! you play volleyball right?" hinata shouted as he sat up from the floor, ignoring the bruise forming on his head in favour of staring down the h/c boy. said boy raised a hand to the back of his own head, rubbing the sore spot.

"uh, hai" he mumbled, a little disoriented. when he finally met hinata's eyes, he tilted his head slightly, confused. "do i know you..?"

"what.." hinata frowned, shocked, "uh, we're neighbours! hira-hirabayashi-san?" he struggled a bit with remembering [name]'s name. 

"oh.." [name] nodded, slowly standing up, beginning to pick up his bike. he thought for moment, trying to place the neighbours names. "hinata-san, right? you were going pretty fast.." 

"um yeah! sorry for knocking you over!" hinata was loud. it wasn't a bad thing, [name] knew plenty of people like him but at the moment it wasn't helping with his pounding headache.

"it's okay" [name] waved it off, both boys now standing properly, staring at each other for a moment. "do you play, hinata-kun?"

"play?" hinata tilted his head, unsure what [name] was referring to despite brining it up in the conversation.

"volleyball. you asked if i play" [name] clarified. he took note of hinata's frown, taking the hint that he probably didn't know how yet. "i can teach you if you'd like.." 

the beaming smile he was rewarded with brought a small pink dust to his cheek. 

—

[name] supposed it was an unlikely friendship if his parent's surprised looks were anything to go off. they mustn't have expected their secluded little boy to form a connection with someone like hinata shoyo. they were almost opposites.

he knew tendou was an energetic person but he didn't quite come close to hinata's level. the orange haired boy practically bounced off the walls in excitement, blindingly happy to learn the art of volleyball. [name] admired that in him. the passion.

it was probably the one thing they had in common. he knew it was likely that it was the one thing holding their friendship together but he tried not to dwell on that too much. volleyball was all they talked about.

hinata taught [name] to open himself up more. they would spend hours talking, [name] mainly listened to hinata's ramblings at first but slowly he begun to find himself talking just as much as the younger boy.

it was thrilling. to know words had so much effect on people. like the way hinata's face would light up at [name]'s words, how happy he got when [name] promised to teach him new techniques, when he rambled about the books he had read on spiking.

he tried hard to ignore the remarks, the taunts he could feel himself about to say on court. it wasn't appropriate, he tried to remind himself, ignoring the way tendou spoke with such ease, no remorse as he teased those they faced. 

he wished to have that effect on opponents, to make them learn to fear him, scare them into respecting him. he was slowly getting sick of their underestimation. maybe he'd just have to deal with it a bit longer. victory was enough to satiate that urge for now anyway.

—

"you go to shiradorigawa?!" hinata's eyes widened, surprised. [name] frowned, surely he should know that? how long had they been friends? almost a year?

"shi-ra-tor-i-za-wa, shoyo-kun, but yes" [name] nodded, used to hinata's behaviour.

[name] learnt pretty quickly that hinata was someone who didn't give up. despite teaching him the basics months ago, they didn't have much time to play together. [name], after all, had a team to play together with. 

but it was often that the pair would find themselves climbing the fence to ask for their volleyball back with sheepish smiles. there was no question they would find themselves practicing together eventually.

hinata was [name]'s first friend. his neighbour. he was fun to play volleyball with. they'd spend hours practicing, running through the park chasing the ball. but most often they spent their time in either one's backyard, [name] getting used to setting to someone while hinata (poorly) learnt to spike. 

slowly their technique improved. they weren't in sync, after all neither had much experience playing in a pair like this but they were evidently improving.

they were in their own little bubble, excitedly comparing volleyball plays. they would watch matches for hours on end, staying up late and getting in trouble together. their parents were annoyed at the need for constant scolding, but glad their sons have found someone to share their passion with.

it wasn't long before [name] found himself drifting away. he hadn't wanted to, of course not, but the team pushed practices much later than previously and he found himself spending more time receiving ushijima's spikes than before. he would come home tired and covered in bruises, ignoring hinata's excited questions. it was hard to continue playing with him.

[name] felt bad. hinata was someone he considered his best friend. the only one on the volleyball team who saw him for him. he didn't have any other second years on the team, most of his year level went to the basketball team, choosing to avoid who they deemed the 'scary' third years. 

[name] learnt a lot of things as a first year.

like, it wasn't a good idea to argue with washijou sensei. or that ushijima did not understand jokes and sarcasm. 

on the other hand, he also learnt that people didn't like him. it continued well into his second year. they managed to recruit many first years, making up for the difference when the current third years would leave but still no second year joined them. [name] found himself isolated in his classes. nobody wanted to talk to him, they were intimidated.

for the most part it didn't bother him. its not like he didn't have his own friends. however, that small voice in the back of his mind wanted to prove he wasn't someone they could push around. he wanted to show them he wasn't someone they could just ignore because they were jealous.

despite the urge to prove them wrong he stayed silent. it wasn't worth fighting for, if they didn't like him that was their loss. he had hinata and he had his teammates. that was all he needed.

until he didn't have them..

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a/n: skfdlsnf i'm trying to get the background out of the way quickly while also not skipping over it :/ anyways, enjoy!

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𝕚 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕠𝕝 | 001.

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[name] frowned as he stepped into the school's gym. shiratorizawa junior high was renowned for their volleyball talents and his parents had only wanted the best for him. 

it had been 4 years since he begun playing volleyball, joining in with the community's kids around the park. he had still been too scared to play with a school team, refusing to join his elementary school's club but his parents were happy to get him involved in an extracurricular weekend group. 

he played frequently, spending hours in the backyard playing all alone. it was hard to play by himself, especially when he wanted to play libero, a role mainly depending on practice with others. after all, it wouldn't do him much good if he had barely any experience receiving powerful spikes and serves.

he nervously glanced around at the players. they were all tall and definitely strong, evident by the sound of their hits. he swallowed nervously..

he was scared. he hadn't felt this scared since he begun playing volleyball. he thought he'd finally gotten over it but here he stood, feet practically stuck to the floor, unable to take that last step into the room. he'd already handed his form in but he felt like he didn't belong. he didn't know anyone..

bump

he knocked into the metal door with a loud bang, someone else's weight pushing him. he closed his eyes, wincing in pain as he made contact with the hard material. all eyes were now on him and the boy who bumped into him. 

"sorry.." he opened his eyes to see a red haired boy with wide eyes. he gave a sheepish look, frowning. 

"it's okay" [name] quietly dismissed, standing upright from his position against the door. he held his shoulder for a moment, rubbing it to ease the pain.  

"satori!" they were interrupted by a loud shout, pulling them back to where they were. "you're late!" 

"sorry, coach" the red haired boy grinned a cheeky smile, rubbing the back of his neck as he bounded off like it was nothing. [name] stared at him in confusion, eyebrows furrowing slightly.

"you!" he straightened up immediately, surprised by the shout now being directed his way. he stood stiffly, waiting for the coach to continue. "what position do you play?" 

"u-uh libero, sir" he called back shakily. the players eyes were on him again.

"on the court!" 

"hai" he jogged over, unsure where to go before being directed to go with a scary looking 3rd year. 

"what's your name?" the boy turned out to be much nicer than his appearance let on. he was a tall long haired brunette who brought him over to a free court away from where the more experienced players were doing drills at the moment. "i'm kobayashi hiroto, 3rd year and team captain"

"hirabayashi [name], f-first year" he stuttered out, intimidated by the rooms atmosphere. "is it always like this?"

hiroto gave him a small amused smile, "what? serious?"

[name] nodded, glancing back at where the red headed boy was now jumping up to practice blocking a brunette spiker.

"yeah, pretty much. we have plenty of fun, don't you worry but washijou-sensei isn't known as the demon coach for nothing" he reached over in the volleyball bin, pulling one out and spinning it around his finger. "you sure you're up for it?"

despite the cramping in his stomach, nervousness spreading. he felt as though he would suffocate at any moment but nodded again regardless.

"good" hiroto smirked.

—

hiroto tested out his skills thoroughly. he was drilled heavily with serves, testing his reflexes and ability as a libero before moving onto sets and spikes.

by the end of practice his breathing was ragged. he felt like he could just drop dead at any moment but he was feeling the best he'd ever felt. he couldn't wipe the grin off his face as he practiced with hiroto. the older boy threw the ball towards him again, running up for a spike again as [name] set the ball back in his direction. they had quickly discovered that while he was a talented libero, [name] was also quite the setter. 

he had the reflexes to adjust, he had perfect form and was quick to catch on to the techniques hiroto showed him. on the other hand, he was pretty poor at spiking, having trouble jumping and getting the timing right to focus on spiking.

"alright" hiroto stopped them, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. "i think that's enough for today" he smiled, "you're pretty good, hirabayashi-kun"

"you can call me [name], senpai. i don't care much about honorifics" he offered the captain a small smile back, going to pick up the volleyballs they left laying around.

"in that case you can call me hiroto. i don't mind" he pat the younger boy's head, excited about him joining the team. 

[name] was a perfect fit for the team. and not only because they were missing a libero once the third years had moved on to high school. despite his shorter stature he was accepted for his skill, being able to keep up with spiking practice was not an easy feat as a first year.

besides, washjiou tanji may have been biased but he was not blind to talent. [name] was far from a prodigy but he was surely quite naturally talented at receiving. 

and it was exactly the thing shiratorizawa junior high needed to completely up their game. sure they had always had the raw power, but with the defence to back it up they would be unstoppable.

—

and they were. unstoppable that is. 

all throughout his first year they won game after game. he pinned it to the brutal practice regime but tendou satori liked to claim that they were simply a team made to win, housing the best of the best.

[name] noticed that tendou liked to do that a lot. plan the future that is. he was always chatting about how they were going to be the best high school team. how they were going to rule the volleyball world, taking other teams by surprise when they won nationals. 

he had to admit, it sounded fun. it sounded more than fun, it was [name]'s dream. he wanted to continue playing with them. he secretly liked that tendou considered him a part of their 'miracle team'. 

but he knew they wouldn't always be together, after all, they weren't even in the same year level. tendou, semi, ohira and ushijima may be going on to play in their high school powerhouse club but he would be stuck behind them. he'd be alone here while they lived out his desires.

it frustrated him to no end but he'd never tell them that.

for now though, he'd focus on their victory..

[name] breathed heavily, hands pressing into his knees as he tried to catch his breath. he glanced over to see tendou flopped like a starfish on the floor beside him. semi wiped the sweat off his forehead on the back of his hand and ohira stretched slowly to his other side, shaking his wrists as he did so. 

ushijima stood next to the net, staring down at the other team's setter. [name] blinked in confusion. had they met? did they have a past rivalry of some sorts? 

the pair held eye contact, a deep scowl forming on the kneeling brunette's face. [name] stood up straighter, leaning over with his hand reaching for tendou's who wanted help to his feet. despite helping him up his eyes never left ushijima's form. 

"wakatoshi-senpai" he gently called as the rest of the team begun to line up. the said ace turned slightly, nodding and following [name]'s waving hand. 

the setter curiously stared at him, eyebrows furrowing as the anger only festered, slapping away a spiky haired teammate's hand and pushing himself off the floor, begrudgingly moving to line up. they held eye contact for a moment longer before turning away. 

[name] wondered what it felt like to lose sometimes. he had only ever known victory with his team. as much as he'd like to believe he could handle it well he knew he'd probably react just like the other team, tears stinging his eyes, bitterly shaking hands with someone he couldn't help but hate. 

he didn't blame kitagawa daiichi's #1 when he scoffed at [name]'s small "good game.."

he turned away, not wanting to add to the captain's pain. pity was definitely the worst part of losing, he decided.

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a/n: kobayashi hiroto isn't really one of the ocs, but theres no info for shiratorizawa junior high so i'm making stuff up. i've seen headcanons(?) that semi, tendo, ohira, and ushijima all went to the same middle school so we're going with that!

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[letmeshouyouhowitsdone]

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hirabayashi [name] was a particularly troubled boy at a young age. ever since he was little, his parents found it difficult to get any reaction out of him. he was pretty much...

apathetic.

he had no passion for sports. he didn't see the point in toys. there was no interest in learning an instrument. he refused to join any extracurricular clubs his parents tried to sign him up for. he didn't allow any of his peers or teachers to sway him, their persuasion going in one ear and out the other.

his parents didn't know why he was scared of the real world, too comfortable with how he was currently. he feared the change that came with learning a new skill, like he would slowly be pushed away from his home, the only place he found comfort.

the one thing he would do was read. he read book after book, sitting alone in the silence of his room. he mostly read story books, liking the tales of imaginary worlds, taking him away from his reality. there was nothing that seemed to take his attention away from his books.

that was until his father dropped a magazine on the table. 

his father hadn't even meant to buy it, merely accidentally grabbing it along with his regular newspaper. it wasn't just any magazine though, it was a volleyball magazine. 

his parents were talking in the kitchen, concerned about their son as usual, not noticing that he had finally taken an interest in something. for the first time he placed his book down, small hands reaching out to grab onto the flimsy book. 

he happily flipped through the pages before finding himself staring at a boy practically jumping across the page. [name] had never had an interest in picture books, he found them devoid of any meaningful story, merely teaching children to skills he already knew. but this picture seemed to hold his attention longer than anything else had in years.

"tou-san" [name] called softly, eyes never leaving the picture. the small 8-year-old boy stared at the kanji across the page, pointing at one word. "what does this mean? voll-ey-bal-l"

"what?" his parents stared at him in shock, rushing out of the kitchen to see him holding the magazine in his hand.

"is it a game?" the boy looked up, unaware of the effect his words had. his mother's eyes filled with tears of relief, hand pressed to her lips.

his father took a moment to compose himself before answering the question; "it- volleyball is- it's a sport, bud"

"a sport is a game, right?" he tilted his head slightly in confusion, hands tightly gripping the paper. his eyes glanced back to the magazine. the blonde boy, dressed in a mainly white jersey, light blue accents highlighting the number 2 on his back. his hands were posed above his head, fingers stretched out, waiting to touch the yellow and blue ball in the air.

"y-yes, i suppose" his parents shared a look, confused on where he was going with this. "do you want to watch it?"

[name] paused, eyes shining with a hidden passion he had never shown before. he quickly nodded, moving over to sit on the couch, magazine clutched to his chest. he waited patiently for his parents to join him, all the while wondering about the blonde player. 

his father pulled his mother over, each taking a seat on either side of him before finding a game played by the blue and white team.

neither parent watched the screen, merely awaiting their son's reaction. 

"can i play volleyball?" the smile that lit up his face was even more shocking, scaring his parents slightly. "i wanna be like him!" his excitement practically radiated off him, finger pointing at the blonde's close up. 

"sure, sweetie" his mother agreed, finally realising that this was real, that their son had finally found something he wanted to get involved in. she reached out to brush his hair away, heart swelling with pride. "you can do whatever you want"

despite their worry, the boy found himself beaming at the prospect of being able to play. 

one day, he was going to be just like him.

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a/n: i have plans to add ocs later as well so i'll introduce them as they show up so look out for that! enjoy!! also yes the volleyball player in the magazine will be properly introduced later too ;)

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[letmeshouyouhowitsdone]

𝕚 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕠𝕝

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he was always just a sweet boy lost in his admiration..

a/n: hi! this is the same author from quotev before anyone asks :) i’m going to post my story here too so enjoy!

-> 000. prologue

-> 001.

-> 002.

-> 003.

-> 004.

-> 005.

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-> 006.

  ↪ +profiles

-> 007.

-> 008.

 ↪ +profiles

-> 009.

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