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cherry streak on her strawberry lollipop - k. tsukishima

synopsis: after giving your final letter to tsukishima kei as his secret admirer, you find yourselves fighting the undead in hopes of going to tokyo in order to get to safety. you already let go of him through the letter but after spending time with him in this situation, are you really sure you did?

warnings: fluff, crack, angst, zombie apocalypse au, cursing, sex jokes, mentions of sexual assault, gore, violence, blood, killing, murder, suicide, underage smoking, and drinking (characters are in their senior year), kagehina (kageyama x hinata), ukatake (ukai x takeda), rolling with the lgbt,

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っʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ CHAPTER THREE: DINOSAUR BAND-AID っʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ

Tsukishima Kei knew that he should have gone after you. Regret was eating him up like a monster who likes to feed on vulnerability to gain strength. It was difficult not to think about what he should have done during that time. The situation you are in now makes it easier to suffer from the consequences of what fear has brought everyone.

Now, looking at Yachi Hitoka running her hand along Yamaguchi Tadashi’s back as he pants from all the running while rambling on how he should’ve stopped Shinoya Haru from running outside the teacher’s room. Tears were already falling from the captain’s face as he overthinks the situation while blaming himself for letting it happen while the manager reassures him that everything will be alright. Hinata Shoyo and Kageyama Tobio were arguing by the window, pointing at the zombies eating people outside as the duo debated about the most effective way to survive. Coach Ukai Keishin bumped their foreheads together, stopping them from the bickering. He told them how killing zombies and running away from them were effective plans.

His thoughts were cut off when Takeda Ittetsu placed a hand on his shoulder, asking him with concern, “Are you alright?” The middle blocker shook his head, tongue poking the inside of his cheek in frustration.

“I should have done more for her to be here.” He admitted with honesty, removing his glasses and wiping them with the end of his black Karasuno jacket. “If I tried harder, she would have been safe.” The boy wore the black-rimmed glasses on his face, seeing his teacher nod at his words.

“L/N is with Shinoya at this moment, correct?” Takeda gave a reassuring smile, and when Tsukishima nodded in confirmation, making the older man say, “They’re both strong girls. They’ll find their way. You did what you thought was right. Everyone is scared, and no one blames you for it.” He was right. The cause of his hesitation was his fear. But he knew that it was still his fault because he could have run to you. He could have made sure you weren’t alone and that he was on your side.

Despite Takeda’s words, the latter was worried because of how his voice wavered when speaking to his student. He thought about the kids who went out of their grasp, within a second. If one of them was faster during that time, maybe things would have been different. The faculty advisor couldn’t blame Tsukishima for closing the door and not going after them, even though he wanted to.

The teacher had a slight idea of why you did that. Because of it, he felt a heavy burden laying on his shoulders for trusting her with a large responsibility. He hated himself for entrusting this to her, completely forgetting the fact that she was just a kid. Despite being seniors the age of seventeen to eighteen, he couldn’t help looking at all of them across the room, reminding himself how they were just children starting to become adults.

Ukai Keishin looked over to him with a similar expression on his face, with a cigarette between his lips. Takeda met his gaze, making his shoulders slump with little relief, knowing how he wasn’t alone in wanting to protect these kids with all they have. For now, the adults can only stare at the foolish bickering of the weird duo, the manager comforting the team captain and the middle blocker trying to control his expression to avoid people seeing his real emotion.

His real emotion of feeling dread at the fact on how he could let go of you so easily. Tsukishima Kei wished he was more like your best friend, who was brave to chase after you despite feeling scared of what was to come. Speaking of that, he turned to his childhood friend who was on the verge of screaming, crying, and rolling on the floor in panic. “Oi, Yamaguchi. If you keep panicking like that, how will we be able to come up with a plan to save those idiots?” Tsukishima isn’t good at providing comfort to other people, but luckily, his best friend knew where he was coming from.

“How will we be able to come up with a plan to save them?” The freckled boy asked in bewilderment as he pointed to Hinata and Kageyama arguing about zombies by the window. “We already have two idiots who lack a single brain cell between them. L/N and Haru have a brain cell that they share, but our freakish duo doesn’t have one. We’re clearly at a disadvantage.” Tsukishima took note of how he referred to Y/N’s best friend with her first name. His intuition was telling him how Yamaguchi still hasn’t told him the important announcement he was going to make in the cafeteria. Speaking of the freak duo, Tsukishima gave an obnoxious sigh watching them bicker by the window.

“Are you fucking stupid?” Kageyama pointed at the orange-haired boy, with a look of disbelief on his face before defending his stance, “The apocalypse started because some aliens gave it to us!” The setter remembered the times when Oikawa Tooru would talk about aliens and learned some concepts about them, in hopes of becoming the best setter just like him.

Hinata slapped his finger away from him, boastfully saying, “Aliens don’t exist, you idiot! Haven’t you watched zombie movies before? It always starts when a scientist accidentally spills something bad, making people act out and be zombies.” The boy watched too many movies to back up his statements. He reminisced the times when Natsu would tell him to change the channel because she was too scared. “It’s more believable because it’s scientific. Aliens are a myth!” It was a lie. Hinata believed in the existence of aliens. But he wanted to prolong the banter between them.

“What the hell do you know about science? You failed our science test multiple times.” The setter asked in disbelief after pointing out how the smaller boy didn’t do well on those exams. He hid his blush, remembering how he also slacked off on the subject, hoping that Hinata won’t point that out.

“Wow! You’re one to talk!” The orange-haired boy didn’t let it slide, using this as an opportunity to win the pointless argument. He saw how the boy’s cheeks started to redden, making him continue his words, “As if you did great in those tests, we took over the years.” He let out a breath of relief, thinking that he already won, but he was wrong. After knowing the blueberry boy for years, he knew better than to underestimate him.

Kageyama pointed to himself, as he defended his statement by saying, “I did better than you. I got 12/60 and you got 10/60.” He placed his hands on his waist, leaning down to mock his partner, “What? You’re too loyal to your jersey number to let it go?” Kageyama placed a finger under the boy’s chin, who was wearing an irritated expression as they met each other’s gaze.

“Let it go, my ass!” Hinata pointed at his bottom to further infuriate the other, before huffing with his arms crossed, “It’s my lucky number and it doesn’t have to do with my grades. You’re the one telling me to let it go.” He reciprocated the same expression Kageyama had earlier to mock him as well, “What? You turn into a Disney princess because you got tired, my King?” To his surprise, the setter only stared at him, crimson painting his cheeks.

Hinata nervously chuckled at the lack of response the setter was giving as he leaned back away from him, asking, “Are you too speechless, Weary-Yama?” The latter had a darker expression on his face, chin up challenging the orange-haired boy.

“Say that again.” His voice was more than enough to send shivers down Shoyo’s spine, but that didn’t mean he was going to succumb and get down on his knees right away.

Kageyama leaned into the shorter boy’s face making him stutter, “What?” Tobio’s actions were questionable to him. The last time he did something like this, it led to stained sheets and noises of pleasure bouncing off the walls of the setter’s room. “Call me your King again and see what happens.” Their foreheads were pressed together, tomato-colored faces having a staring battle to see who folds first.

Before Tsukishima could comment about the obvious sexual tension between the freak duo, a familiar figure caught his attention by the window. The action made the duo scream in shock as if they were in a horror house. Well, they are. Except, the horror house is larger and seemed to go beyond their school.

Shinoya Haru was hanging by the window, supporting herself with a belt on her waist while the belt was tied to a jump rope from above. The girl looked like she was re-creating a scene from Mission Impossible with how she was hanging. Literally.

“Hi, guys! Missed me?”

Her hand was turning white because of the grip she had on the jump rope, while the other was waving at them, accompanied by a large grin on her face. Coach Ukai opened the window and held out a hand, which she gladly took as she took a step on the desk inches away from the wall. Following the large man, was Takeda looking at the newcomer before telling Yachi to get a first aid kit, making her snap out of her thoughts and rush to get the bag.

Ukai untangled the belt which was on her waist, while Kageyama helped her by removing her backpack from her shoulders. The setter threw it towards Hinata, who caught it with his arms with ease as he gave him the middle finger while the other smirked. Haru snickered at the interaction before going back to where she came from, sticking her upper body outside the window to call the others out.

“Kuriko! It’s your turn!” As if on cue, Coach Ukai has tightened the knots of the belt and jump rope before throwing it out the opened two-panel window. The people in the room watch the long jump rope being pulled upward, with Haru facing the window, hands on her hips. Ukai cleared his throat, making the girl look in his direction with a nervous look on her face.

The man stared at her, blinking at the occurrence which had happened. Hinata and Kageyama’s banter wasn’t new. But to see a girl fall from a high place with tied jump ropes to make it seem like she was from an action movie is something you don’t see every day. Well, you don’t see zombies every day too.

So, maybe the thought of teenagers jumping from a window should be seen as normal when wanting to survive in this apocalypse. “Aren’t you going to explain the stunt you just pulled?” Her shaky chuckle meets the ears of everyone, turning herself to face the window again while bowing down in the direction of the window, “We shall wait for Master L/N to explain.” At those words, confusion was most evident in their faces except for Takeda whose face became pale at the realization, putting the puzzle pieces together. He shook his head, only to be amused at the expression of the tallest middle blocker, who was walking near the window.

Meanwhile, the boy stayed behind Haru feeling his blood rush all over his body. He wanted proof that you were alright. Tsukishima knew for a fact that he didn’t deserve a second chance in seeing you. Let alone be in the same room with you after what he did. You deserved more. Someone who was never willing to let you go no matter what the circumstances may be. To be more than strong and smart enough to find ways to get back to you. Yet, he stands there waiting for you to come back, even if you weren’t his.

A purple-haired girl entered everyone’s vision, with her hands tightly wrapped around the jump rope. Her shoulder-length hair was all over her face along with the short strands glued to her forehead with her sweat. Coach Ukai had no hesitation as he reached out his hand to her, guiding the girl inside as she discards the belt tied to her waist. Yachi recognized her immediately, making her way toward the younger girl with a concerned look on her face, “Hey, are you alright? Do you need help with anything?” The latter shook her head, removing her sling bag on her shoulder, and dropping it on the floor.

Tsukishima watched your best friend let her upper body out of the window to give a thumbs up, watching the rope being pulled upward. The boy knew it was selfish of him to think how you would be glad to be in his presence. If he could go back in time to rewind the past, he would have chased you. Despite not being a fast runner, he knew that if he tried, he might have had a chance. He shut his eyes in frustration, fist-clenching at his sides before inhaling to get himself together. A minute felt like an hour, waiting for you to come down.

And you did.

He saw how you fell quickly and dangerously, taking note of how the rope went lower than the others before you. Moving more quickly than his coach, he stepped onto the desk, hands immediately circling his waist.

You were closing your eyes during the fall. He looked at your uniform, a white long-sleeved blouse with a beige sweater vest over it. Red necktie around your neck, as there were also bloodstains all over some parts of your clothes. The blade of the ax was peeking out of the tote bag on your shoulder. Tsukishima took note of your missing blazer, knowing how much you sneeze when you’re cold.

Your head hit his chest while the both of you were standing on top of the desk. You were inside the room with him, with everyone. This made his heart flutter a little knowing how the people he cared about in school is in one room safe. For now. Knowing this, he ran his hand up from your waist up until to the back of your head, thankful for the gods giving you back to him.

Tsukishima let out a breath of relief, at the same time, you inhaled his scent, making you lean back and open your eyes. You met each other’s gazes, your expression in shock at the intimacy he initiated. He felt your palm on his chest pull away with a solemn grimace, but Kei placed your head on his chest again, not ready for you to see his eyes with a little flicker. With this, his shoulders slumped in ease, feeling you lean into his touch, reminding him that you were with him.

You pulled away from his embrace but before a word escaped your lips, you felt a harsh flick on your forehead, making you yelp loudly and glare at the culprit. “What the fuck is your problem?” Tsukishima’s eyes widened at your statement irritation obvious in his features, dropping your tote bag on the floor.

“My problem?” He pointed at himself than to you continuing, “You were supposed to be with me. But then, I look back to see you far away.” Goosebumps were running down your spine because of his words. You get where he was coming from. Your decision made Haru run outside the room, determined not to leave you alone in facing what you were dealing with.

But that doesn’t mean you’re going to tolerate his attitude as if you put his life in danger, “I’m here now and we’re all safe and well. Maybe not mentally, but we’re okay.” You look over to the other people in the room to avoid his gaze. He was about to bite back with your statement but was cut off by his best friend’s words.

Yamaguchi was sitting on one of the chairs, arms circled Haru’s waist as if he was not ready to let go of her, “Stop arguing, it’s not going to solve anything.” He buried his face on her torso while the girl was biting her lip at the affection, running her fingers through his green hair.

Tadashi pulled away when he heard her small wince, he gently took her hand in his, fingertips caressing the bruises she had, “You have bruises.” He took note while the girl looked away to avoid his expression, knowing how she might combust at the concern he was showing her. “Yachi, may you bring the first aid kit to us?” Haru thanked her past self for saving a country in her past life for getting this kind of treatment from her serious crush and happy crush.

“Sure thing!” Yachi happily skipped to where they were after speaking with Kuriko, who was now with Takeda. You couldn’t help but smile at the way Haru was giving you a discreet wink as you witnessed the Haru fan club before your eyes. Your smile soon dropped hearing Kageyama’s words meet your ears, making you turn your back to Tsukishima even more.

The clueless setter pointed at your hands, and you moved away from his gaze. “L/N, you have wounds.” This caught the attention of Hinata, scolding him for his mistake as he slapped his shoulder in the process, “Those aren’t wounds! It’s cut!” The duo glared at each other, making them start arguing for the nth time. While the bickering does not help, Tsukishima grabbed your elbow, sitting you down on a chair. You leaned into the back of the chair, sighing in relief at the soft cushion.

“Boys, stop it, Tsukishima’s helping her now. Arguing won’t do anything.” Coach Ukai separated the two lovers having their useless quarrel as if stopping them from showing their love language. At his words, the middle blocker took the first aid kit from Yachi’s hands. He grasped your wrist, going down on one knee before you as he started to disinfect the open cuts littered around your knuckles. There were also some on the back of your palm, making you wince as you scrunch your nose when the soft cotton meets the torn skin.

Your reaction made his thumb circle around your pulse, feeling him being gentler attending your severed hands. Tsukishima applied petroleum jelly on top of your cuts, deciding to cover them with green dinosaur band-aids, making you smile at the way he had to pick between the apatosaurus and tyrannosaurus before deciding to use the former. Despite the treatment he was giving you, there was a certain emotion emitting from him that you couldn’t put a finger on.

Thinking back, you were thankful that he didn’t follow you back then. Because if he did, Yamaguchi would have gone after him as well, making it more difficult to get through the horde of zombies as you went to the principal’s office. In doing so, he would’ve given you an earful for the stupid plan and asked an explanation on why is it so important to get there. He wouldn’t understand, and explaining it would be more difficult. You didn’t know what he was feeling right now, but you were thankful for him regardless. The fact that he was safe in this room while you were running and fighting for your life made the burden on your shoulders lighter. Because if he was there with you and something happened to him, you wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself.

After placing the last band-aid on your hand, he stood up without giving you a chance to say thank you. He placed the first aid kit on the table before going over to Nakamura Kuriko, who stopped speaking to Takeda when she noticed his figure. The height he had was probably intimidating her along with the monotonous stare he was giving her. Everyone’s conversations stopped to look at the interaction, seeing how the silence added to the tension in the room when these words left his mouth, “Who the hell are you?”

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“On a scale of one to ten, how confident are you in going to Nationals?” You placed a hand below your chin with your elbow on top of the desk as you looked at your seatmate, who took off his headphones to eye you carefully. Tsukishima had a deadpan expression before letting out a, “Why?” You shrugged, not moving an inch.

While you do so, he copied your position with his elbow on top of his desk and hand below his chin facing you as you say, “It’s a secret.” He rolled his eyes at your answer, before straightening up his back to get a book beneath his table. “You don’t know anything about volleyball, why do you suddenly care?” First of all, you thought of this as an opportunity to converse with him. However, based on his reaction, he’s making it very difficult.

You couldn’t tell him that. It would be so embarrassing. You huffed in annoyance, missing the corner of his lips turning upward. “Just tell me. I can’t tell you why because it’s confidential.” You crossed your arms over your chest before turning away from his direction to add, “You need to win.” This caught his attention, taking a glance at your figure, eyes darting back to his book to avoid getting caught.

“Why?” You swear to God he is like a child who keeps asking why as a response to everything. You knew he was doing it on purpose to piss you off so you gave him a sarcastic smile, “Because I say so.” You stuck your tongue out to annoy him before letting out a small giggle.

He scoffed at your response as if he wasn’t the one teasing you first, closing the book he had on his desk, making you turn your gaze back to him, “What if we don’t get into Nationals?” The truth was, you would still be proud of everyone for trying. Haru told you stories from Yamaguchi about how everyone was training, making you nod along and curious to see how they play.

You leaned back to the chair, with your eyes on the blackboard filled with mathematical equations. His eyes were still on you waiting for your answer as you say, “Then you don’t.” The words were simple and he knew there was more to it, he was just finding the right response for you to explain what you mean.

Tsukishima was staring at you for almost a minute, leading you to whip your head towards him with surprise. There was something on his gaze you couldn’t put your finger on, as you tilt your head to the side in question, “Why are you looking at me like that?” He finally moved his eyes in another direction, making you more confused with his actions.

“Are you going to watch?” His question made your insides tumbling, not knowing how to react and how to read his words. Do you need to watch it? Why would you need to? Will it make a difference? You turn your face away from him, making him see the back of your head to hide the redness of your cheeks. “If I’m going to watch, make sure to win. Or else I would have wasted money to get there.”

That was a lie. It wouldn’t be much of a waste because you would get to see him play actively. Tsukishima smirked as he let out a breathless chuckle, “Alright. When we play for championships, you better be there.” He scratched the back of his neck, waiting for your response only to be met with your mischievous expression.

You face him with a cheerful grin to tease him with your palms holding your cheeks, “Why? Are you going to win because I’m there? Am I your lucky charm so that you could win?” You attempted winking at him but it only embarrassed you further when you scrunched your nose. Kei looked away from you, adding to the mortified feeling at your actions.

“I only told you to watch. Don’t get any dumb ideas.” He had his hands covered to face, probably to hide his cringe at your attempt to wink at him. But you didn’t know was he was trying to not let you see the flustered expression he had because of how adorable you looked. “I didn’t say we were going to win, so don’t get your hopes up.” Not getting your hopes up. Yup, you were reminded of that every single day of your life. This is why it’s difficult for you to look forward to different things. The reason why you’re always taking more responsibilities was in hopes of finding a reason to get up every day. This is why it has been a little shocking for you to hear from Tsukishima about having a mindset of not winning.

You contemplated the next words that were about to leave your mouth before you ask, “Why do you think so?” He tapped his fingertips on his desking, thinking if he should share what was on his mind or not before deciding to let it out. “I’m not even sure if we will get to the point where you can watch us in the championships.” For him, it was nice sharing that sentiment with someone who has little to no knowledge about volleyball.

“What makes you say that? It hasn’t even happened yet?” Your words annoyed him because how you contradicted what he was believing in. It wasn’t like you knew what it feels like being in court yet it made him want to know about your perspective even more.

Tsukishima had his shoulders slumped, staring at your enlightened face as if you understood where he was coming from. He looked away from you for the nth time scoffing, “It’s hard to explain. Plus, we will be facing teams who are difficult to defeat before we could get there.” You agreed, but facing challenges is part of the process to get the result you want. That was what you wanted to say but you figured not to say it just yet since it’s probably what he would not like to hear.

“Don’t think like that.” You gave him a sincere smile but quickly shifted to a teasing one as you joked, “It gives me the impression that you don’t want to win.” Both of you snickered at one another before he shrugs.

The blonde leaned back to his chair, his head upward as he faces the ceiling, “I couldn’t care less. Plus who said I wanted to lose?” Tsukishima scoffs before leaning back to face your amused expression, “Just because I think the chances of going to Nationals are low. It doesn’t mean I don’t want it to happen.” You swear that his way of thinking is the cause of mixed signals. Regardless of that, you sort of understood where he was coming from.

But that doesn’t mean you aren’t going to use this chance to tease him about it, “That doesn’t make sense.” He rolled his eyes at your mocking face, deciding to reciprocate the same energy you gave him by stating, “Maybe because you’re too stupid to understand.” You squinted your eyes at him in annoyance by the way he insulted you.

“Asshole.” You muttered, loud enough for him to hear as he snickers at the way he got you all worked up. You rolled your eyes at him while using your finger to air quote what you were about to say, “Okay, Mr. Tsukishima I-can’t-communicate-properly-because-I-send-mixed-signals-to-everyone-and-gets-pissed-when-they-don’t-understand-me Kei.” The boy gave you a deadpan expression by the way you teased him as he turns away to look at the large window near him.

Unbeknown to you, he was holding back a small smile before he cleared his throat to remind you, “Just don’t forget what we talked about.” You talked about a lot of topics because you were getting carried away. Which part of the conversation was he referring to? Your question was answered by his next words, “Watch us get a spot in Nationals.” You bit the tip of your tongue to hold back a smile.

You placed your hand on his shoulder to make him look at you. “Alright.” His face held an expression, which is difficult to interpret because of how his dark brown eyes were meeting yours. “Just win, okay?” You removed your hand from him as you held both hands up while offering a sheepish grin, “Not that I don’t have faith in you since I’m already there as your good luck charm.” With that, you turned to your desk grabbing your clipboard and notebook, thinking it was the end of your conversation.

“What happens if we don’t win?” Tsukishima questioned you with doubt in his voice. You moved your head to look at him again as he continued, “Is it proof that you’re not my good luck charm?” This statement made you roll your eyes internally, knowing it was his way of disregarding the first question. You knew he regretted asking the first question with how he followed up with another as means to get you riled up.

You puffed your cheeks, holding back from giving a speech about how it’s valid to worry and to show vulnerability once in a while. You weren’t close with him yet which is why you settled with, “It’s alright.”

His silence made you look to the side to see that he was waiting for you to continue with the curious expression he had despite trying to hide it with his boredom. You let go of your pen on your desk to maintain eye contact with him as you smile, “You win or you lose? You’re still going to be my champion.” You blushed at the way you said the last part but then you shook your head as you move your head to look at your notebook again.

“The fact you did your best in those matches is more than good enough for me.” You clicked on the ballpen between your fingers, not wanting to see his expression before telling him truthfully, “As long as you enjoyed playing, you will still be able to keep moving forward despite not getting the result you wanted.” Your words struck him as if he was enlightened by the statement, however, he didn’t show it in his face and body expression.

Tsukishima straightens up scoffing at your words, “Who the hell is happy when they lose?” This made you stop writing in your notebook to glare at the blonde. You swear he is the most indecisive person to exist. First, he says he doesn’t care if they win or lose. Now, this? He was probably getting you riled up but the joke’s on him, you have a comeback for his absurd question.

You flicked his shoulder for him to place a hand on the spot you targeted as if it hurt, “Hey! Losing can have a lot of benefits too.” You pointed at the blackboard, thinking of an analogy before your eyes sparkled as an idea popped into your head. “For example, not getting picked by the teacher during surprise recitation. Do you think the ones who get picked are happy?” Your seatmate gave you a deadpan face at what you said.

Surprisingly, he recalled your earlier conversation before mocking you, “That doesn’t make sense.” It seems like the goddess of victory, Nike was on your side today since you remembered how to retaliate at the statement by using the same words he used earlier with a teasing smile, “Maybe because you’re too stupid to understand.” You turned your gaze back to your notebook as you continue writing the names of the absentees for the week. Half of you expected him to retort with a snarky remark but from your peripheral vision, you swore at the sight of Tsukishima not saying anything else with the small smile on his lips.

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“Bitch! You should have skipped classes with me. The match between Aoba Johsai and Karasuno was so intense. Yamaguchi was their pinch server and he fucking scored five consecutive points. I swear my heart just did a gymnastics routine with all the tumbling.” Haru jumped up and down to show her excitement as she suddenly waltzed inside your room. After hearing the news of how the team advanced to the next tournament, you were giddy during the remaining school hours.

When the team arrived at school, you remember letting your head out of the window to yell out congratulations to them, making eye contact with the blonde middle blocker. Tsukishima gave you a look as if to say, “I better see you tomorrow.” While you stuck out your tongue as if to retaliate with a “Just admit you want to see me, I’ll be there.” At that exact moment, Haru sent you a text that after talking to Yamaguchi, she immediately went straight home to get her things because she was coming over to yours for a sudden sleepover.

With face masks on, she hooked her arm around yours as you leaned in to listen to her ramble about how she learned the rules of volleyball through Hitoka Yachi and some other men who were friends with Karasuno’s coach. “I swear, Yachi is the smartest, she explained the rules in a way that it’s easier to understand, can you believe that?” You nodded along with her, knowing how you have interacted with the girl in the past regarding the English subject.

“By the way,” Haru looked at you as you try not to laugh at her appearance because how the white face mask on her face made her look like a ghost. “Have you told Tsukishima that we placed a bet and if Karasuno wins, we will be earning money?” You immediately shook your head at her question making her nod with you in affirmation, both of you mumbling “nice” in your breaths.

The door suddenly opened, making you jump and fall on your butt because of how Haru pushed you off the bed in surprise. It revealed your twenty-three-year-old sister, L/N Yujin, who cleared her throat with a mischievous look on her features. “Let’s go out tomorrow.” You squinted your eyes in suspicion because of her suggestion, as you and your best friend make eye contact before turning back to the older girl.

“Why? We already have plans.” At your words, your sister groaned childishly as she stomped her foot on the wooden floors. She hummed, tilting her head to ask, “Where are you planning to go? Do you have transportation? Do you have money? How far is it? Who will you be with? Ditch them and hang out with me. We’re going on an adventure.” Yujin rambled with her hand motions as if she was lecturing the both of you like a mother hen who watched her chickens drink alcohol and snort drugs.

You sighed, wanting to go on one of her adventures. The last time you spent time with her was a few months ago when you went wall-climbing with her as Haru tagged along last minute. But you already promised a certain French fry to watch his game so you answered her question one by one, “Sendai City Gymnasium. We will take a bus. Yes, but we plan to bring our water and snacks because we’re saving up. I don’t think it’s very far. I will be with Haru because we will be watching the volleyball match between Karasuno and Shiratorizawa. We would love to ditch and hang out but we placed a bet on who’ll win.” You let out a breath at the speed of your answers as if you answered the questions being asked in graded recitations. The saving up part was true but you didn’t bother to mention how you were going to use that money to pay up if you lost your bet. Yujin let out a long “oh” that lasted eight seconds before laughing hysterically.

“I was about to ask you to watch with me but oh well! I guess we’ll be going together after all.” She shrugged, making all of you excited as you went near each other to make a circle, jumping around. The reason why you’re mostly happy is that you didn’t have to worry much about feeling guilty for not spending time with your sister. Yujin has been carrying the family’s burden as the eldest child and you felt like she was the one raising you even when it was your parents’ responsibility to do so. With this said, you were more than glad that she will be able to come with both of you.

Despite that, you laid in bed with your best friend snuggling beside you, her forehead buried in your collarbone, soft snores escaping from her lips. You thought of why would your sister be interested in volleyball since the last time she mentioned the sport was during her third year when she met a second-year who confessed his love during her graduation.

The day of the match arrived, and you walked into the gymnasium filled with people, who were going to support their preferred school. Most of them were fans of Shiratowizawa since they were the strongest team ever since Ushijima Wakatoshi joined. Even the Great King, Oikawa Tooru, always had difficulty defeating him.

Yujin had her elbows resting on your and Haru’s shoulders, adding salt to the wound because of the difference in your heights. She gasped audibly, “Wow, the last time I was here was during my third year when I took pictures of the Little Giant.” The name reminded you of Hinata who cannot shut up about him, recalling how he wanted to be just like him, making him want to pursue volleyball.

“You’re old.” Haru snorted, making your older sister ruffle her hair as the younger groans, giving you a pitiful look at how you get treated this way every single day of your life. Yujin noticed this, as she smirked before making you her next victim as you feel her fingers messing up your hair.

After the torture, she hooked her arms with you and Haru as she looked like a single mother shopping with her teenagers. You arrived at the place a little later, making you a little disappointed at how you weren’t able to tease French fry before the match. All of you walked to the second floor to where the audience is supposed to be, your eyes were greeted by your classmates and people wearing orange robes to support the team.

The difference between you and Yujin is probably the level of confidence you show when interacting with people. As an introvert, you mostly demonstrate this kind of attitude towards people you are comfortable with. While your older sister could effortlessly communicate and get along with any type of person. This was evident in how she shamelessly approached the people in the first row. The man had black hair and glasses, while his companion had light brown hair, as they were wearing an orange and white robe accompanied by an orange ribbon tied to their forehead.

Your sister grinned at them waving at the men, before looking over the court and back to them, “Hello fellow supporters of Karasuno! How are the boys doing?” You and Haru made eye contact before deciding to ditch the older girl as she conversed with them as both of you went to Hitoka Yachi, who smiled at the both of you.

“Hello! Thanks for coming to support us. Yamaguchi was pumped up ever since Shinoya talked to him.” You immediately glared at your best friend who started whistling and gazing at the ceiling because how she forgot to tell you what happened between the two of them. Before you could reprimand her for missing out on an important detail, the manager continued speaking, “Even Tsukishima kept glancing at the stands as if he was waiting for someone, which was weird because he never does that before a game.” She shrugged, trying not to smile at the way you bit your inner cheek.

Looking over to the court, you can witness the pressure taking its effect on the boys because of how they were all over the place trying their best not to die on the spot. Before you could lock your eyes on the tall blonde wearing the number eleven jersey, you turned your head away. At the same moment, you saw a tall man with light blonde hair being pulled by a woman with short hair and bangs.

“I’m not anyone suspicious!” The man wearing shades and a white face mask defended himself, while the woman pulling him near your direction shook her head exclaiming, “I saw this suspicious guy wandering around.” The masked dude let out a hey in retaliation as the girl continued, “He ran when he saw me so I caught him! I thought he might be a Shiratorizawa spy.” Both of them made eye contact with Yujin, who has an amused expression on her face, making them bow down in respect as they greeted her.

You were confused as to why they bowed to your sister, who laughed as she walked near them to ruffle their hair, “It’s been so long since we saw each other, Tanaka and Tsukishima!” Your eyeballs almost ejected your eye socket in shock, realizing that they were the older siblings of the members of the Karasuno teams. Haru smacked your arm, upon realizing the same thing as you before snickering silently.

“What?!” Tanaka Saeko yelped in surprise, making Tsukishima Akiteru remove his shades and face mask to defend himself once more, “I’m a relative! I’m Tsukishima Kei’s older brother!” Yujin grinned when he revealed his face, basking in the familiarity and nostalgia as she remembered a core memory that involved him. She was in her third year while he was in his second year during that time.

“Tsukishima’s older brother?!” Almost everyone yells out in surprise before the man places his finger near his lips to quiet them down, “Shh! Shh! He told me not to come to the match.” After saying those words, Tsukishima Kei looked up to the stands, making his older brother sit down and cover his face in fear. This interaction made you laugh, at the difference in personalities as soon as you look back in court, your eyes met his making you wink at him successfully. Kei shook his head at your sudden confidence before turning away to smile before his expression hardens again to see Hinata teasing him.

Haru smirked at you before you smacked the side of her face as she giggled teasingly stating, “Those two are nothing alike, especially their personalities. I wonder who’s the adopted one between them.” Her words made you laugh out loud, getting the attention of the older people and making you stop as you bit your lip, feeling your best friend shake beside you in an attempt to stop giggling too.

The first match began with Ushijima Wakatoshi overwhelming Karasuno with his powerful spikes. It was obvious how difficult it was to face one of Japan’s top 3 spikers, making the difference in power evident. You listened to the conversation who seem to be volleyball experts, even Haru was making comments here and there because of the new knowledge she gained from Aoba Johsai’s match. In the end, Shiratorizawa won the set with twenty-five points compared to Karasuno’s sixteen.

Despite that, you weren’t nervous because how it was only the beginning. There were still four more sets to go to determine the winner. However, your best friend seemed to think differently. Haru pinched your arm to get your attention, making you curse at her as she said, “We’ll get our money, right?” Rolling your eyes at her words you patted her head with a mocking smile, “I thought you said you had faith in them. Don’t tell me you’re backing out now.” She agreed with you even with her doubtful expression, crossing her fingers to wish for the best result.

The second set started with Karasuno starting to catch up with the score. It was good since the gap wasn’t as large as before and it made you realize how good the team was with its offense as well. You notice how Tsukishima was touching the ball more often when he comes to block them. He hasn’t had the chance to block Ushijima just yet but you were certain that he was getting the hang of it. Knowing him, he must be coming up with a plan to solve the situation he was in.

You agree with his older brother’s words on how he bases his decisions on facts and what he sees rather than his intuition, which is in contrast with their opponent, Tendo Satori. The latter was known as the Guess Monster, who predicts the movements of the players to successfully block them and gain points. But seeing Tsukishima block him single-handedly made you bite your inner lower lip at the thought of your money not going to waste. But are you thinking about the bet or the fact of how attractive he looked when he gave his opponent a smirk?

When Yamaguchi was substituted to serve, you could feel your best friend shaking your arm at the excitement she felt. However, her shoulders suddenly slumped with her bottom lip sticking out when she witnessed Yamaguchi’s skill not being effective for the team. As the second set comes to an end, you didn’t know who would win considering both teams are unwilling to give up.

Using the synchronized attack, Tanaka Ryunosuke spiked the ball as Shiratorizawa’s libero failed to receive it, making Karasuno gain a point. Cheers filled the court and the stands as the score became thirty to twenty-nine. With this fact, the opposing team was pressured, especially when the orange team was persistent when it comes to winning. Not wanting the ball to fall on the court, the player wearing the number ten jersey of the purple team sets the ball to the powerful spiker. You thought that this will be the end since it would entail fighting back harder as it may be a chance for Shiratorizawa to gain a point. However, that thought faded quickly as the ball was blocked.

Tsukishima Kei single-handedly blocked Ushijima Wakatoshi’s spike, meaning that Karasuno has won this set.

You saw how he was fired up by the way he raised his hand and brought it to his side to cheer at the victory during the second set. This made everyone yell out in happiness at how the result of the match went since it was unexpected for the team to win. Before you could get a word out, your sister suddenly shook both your shoulders in excitement with your best friend dancing beside you excitement.

“Was number eleven your boyfriend?” She poked her finger on your cheek as Haru sang exile by Taylor Swift featuring Bon Iver, “I think I’ve seen this film before!” Yujin placed her hand on your best friend’s face to shut her up playfully. Your sister placed her arms around you, as she whispers, “You can tell me anything, okay?” You leaned into her touch, knowing how much you can trust her with anything.

She pulled away with a cheesy grin turning to look behind her to see Akiteru gazing at the interaction before turning away with a bashful face. You took this as an opportunity to tease her back as you whisper, “So, is the human version of a golden retriever your boyfriend? Is this why you came to watch? Were you hoping for a comeback?” At your words, she smacked your arm repeatedly while denying it as Haru grab your hands to ask what was happening so that she could tease the older girl as well.

During the third match, the tension between the middle blockers of the teams seem to be more evident as the opposing team became warier of Tsukishima and Hinata as they are not to be underestimated. The set ended quicker than expected. It seems like Shiratorizawa did everything they could and did not let an opportunity slip with how they blocked and get their spikes in. They were more motivated to do so since their coach was yelling their ear off at the mistakes they made.

However, the fourth set started with Karasuno on a roll with how Tsukishima was strategizing ways how to win. This was demonstrated by how his blocks and one-touches are contributing to the team with how it can open a chance for them to gain a point. Another is how their libero, Nishinoya Yuu was able to match with Ushijima Wakatoshi’s spikes, adding to the advantage Karasuno has in the meantime. Before the match could go any further, you felt a tap on your shoulder to see your best friend giving you a look.

You were confused about what she wanted to say through the face she made, making you lean towards her face for you to hear what she has to say, “I need to take a shit.” This made everything make sense as to why she wanted to be discreet about it as you nodded to support her. Both of you made your way through your seats saying excuse me before being stopped by your sister to ask you where were you going.

“We’re going to the bathroom because Haru-” you didn’t get to finish your sentence as you feel her intense glare that made you cough and continue, “-is going to do drugs.” Your words caught the attention of the people around you as Yujin gave you a deadpan expression, using it as an opportunity to grab your best friend by her arm to run off before she could ask any questions.

Both of you arrived at the bathroom, as soon as Haru went inside the cubicle, you leaned your back at the door breathless laughs escaped your lips. She huffed, cussing you out, “Drugs? Seriously? You could’ve said we’re going to buy some things but no! It had to be drugs.” You giggled at the way she narrated her part as the sound of her loud fart filled the bathroom.

You took the soap dispenser off the wall pushing it under the cubicle your best friend was in to hear her laugh at how the soap you gave her. Pinching your nose, you complained jokingly, “Which human did you have for dinner for your shit to smell this bad?” She scoffed at your words before answering your question with sarcasm, “Your mom.” If she wasn’t inside shitting her ass out, you would’ve smacked the back of her head but that didn’t stop you from cursing at her while laughing.

“Alright, I’m done.” You heard the toilet flush at her words and as soon as she stepped out of the toilet, you tickled the side of her neck as she ran away from you to go to the sink. Both of you sang your version of the happy birthday song while washing your hands before flicking the remaining water from your fingers at each other.

When you exited the women’s bathroom, you were greeted by the side profile of Tsukishima Kei, who was on his way somewhere you were not aware of. This made you let out a “WOAH!” in surprise which made him jump as your voice startled him before shooting you a glare. Haru stood beside you and questioned, “What the hell are you doing here? Did I shit for so long that the game ended?” After asking that, your gaze met Yujin, Yachi, Akiteru, and Kiyoko who were behind him while you see his hand which was bleeding and shaking from the pain.

“Dude! Are you okay? What happened there?” You pointed at his hand, making him turn away in embarrassment, you placed your hands on your hips deciding to tease him to lighten up the mood, “I took my eyes off from the match and now I see you getting injured? Does this mean that I am your good luck charm?” Everyone’s eyeballs were about to fall off their socket when they hear Kei genuinely laugh at your statement before shaking his head.

You didn’t know where your sudden confidence came from for you to say that but it seems to be effective. His reaction lessened your nervousness but his next words made you roll your eyes, “I guess you are sort of effective.” Whatever. Not wasting any time, you placed your hands on the back of his shoulders to push him towards the clinic while saying, “You better hurry your ass up and heal so that you can go back and win this thing!” Chuckles escaped from the lips of the people you were with.

Haru agreed with you as she helped you motivate him by saying, “The team requires brain cells.” All of you arrived on the doorstep of the infirmary. Tsukishima looked back at you with a face you couldn’t read making you jokingly bite your lower lip to give him the fuckboy face as he rolls his eyes. There was something about him you couldn’t put your finger on but that made you want to stay until he is alright. To be completely honest, your attention was mostly on him since he was the one you were slightly closer to compared to the other first years.

As soon as the door closed with Akiteru, Kiyoko, and Tsukishima inside, Yujin smacked you and Haru’s foreheads together, making Yachi yelp in surprise at the action. Your older sister scolds the both of you with her hands on her hips, “Drugs? Seriously? You could’ve just said one of you has to take a shit. You made me overthink over nothing!” Both you and your best friend rubbed your foreheads together in pain as you explained with a defensive look on your face, “Why would you overthink? Do you think we would have access to drugs? Are you nervous we would be looking at your stash? Jokes on you, there weren’t any drugs there, just love letters from a second-year secret admirer you received when you were a senior.” She gasped at your words, looking at the door of the infirmary before pulling your arm away from it.

“Hush! Forget about it or else you’ll be walking home after this match.” Yujin threatens the both of you, making you shrug as you think about how this could be an exercise and a chance to commute. You turn your head towards your best friend, only for your shoulders to slump in disappointment to see her flirting with Yachi, who was blushing as she was being complimented. You couldn’t blame Haru since the manager was really capable and responsible at the same time, similar to the third-year manager, Kiyoko Shimizu, whose beauty is out of this world.

After a few more minutes of chatting with each other, your older sister seemed to adopt the blonde girl as well, making you applaud at how good she was able to communicate with people and empathize with them. Before she could embarrass you and Haru any further Yachi, who seemed to be enjoying the interaction because of how her mind relaxed from the overthinking she has been doing. The door of the infirmary opened to see the Tsukishima brothers exit along with Kiyoko.

You immediately went to your blonde seatmate who wore a calculating expression on his face, your gaze went to his injured hand, which was already wrapped, seeing his pinky taped to his ring finger. Tsukishima seemed to notice your stare, giving you a smug look, “Aw, don’t worry lucky charm. I’ll still be able to play.” You rolled your eyes despite the feeling in your chest you ignored. It was probably the anger from his overconfidence but you decided to humble him by rummaging inside your bag to get a Peppa Pig-designed band-aid. You chose the green one with George’s dinosaur toy in it, opening it as you locked eyes with the Kei who held a look you didn’t want to decipher.

You wrapped your fingers around his wrist, pulling it gently towards you, as he complied without any remark to see what you were about to do. You carefully placed the band-aid on the back of his injured hand, over the bandages. Smiling at your creation, you took his silence as annoyance before laughing nervously, “This will be your added good luck. Now, go off and win the match you tall asshole.” Kei smirked, turning his back to you, to not let you see the slight redness of his cheeks. Kiyoko and Haru saw it though but decided not to say anything as they jogged forward with him, excited to see him back in action.

Akiteru stared at you in awe, shaking his head with a grin at the interaction he witnessed, along with Yachi who was trying to hide her giggles. With Tsukishima’s back turned on you, he stated confidently, “We’ll win. That’s a promise.” You grinned at how his mindset and attitude because in the end, he did keep his word.

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“Excuse me?” The second-year blinked in confusion with one fist clenching at the way he was speaking to her. You stood up from your seat to see where this was going while finding a way to interject. Tsukishima pushed his glasses to his face, speaking his thoughts out loud, “What makes you so important that the student council president prioritizes your life rather than hers?” Your heart started beating fast at his words before placing a hand on his chest to move him back from the younger girl, who looked like she wanted to strangle him.

His eyes met yours with an indignant expression, seeing you shake your head to make him stop but you knew he wasn’t going to. You and Haru owe Tsukishima and Yamaguchi an explanation after going off recklessly. You get where he was coming from but the intimidation tactic was not going to work in this situation, “If you want to know, ask nicely. Don’t blame this on her because the decision was on me.” It was not like Kuriko wanted you to go after her. She was perfectly capable of taking care of herself. But that didn’t mean you were on board with leaving her alone, especially during this time.

“You want to talk about blame?” He faces you this time, making you step back at the intensity of his stare. Tsukishima pointed at the door without leaving his eyes on you, “Yamaguchi and I watched the both of you slip through our fingers. Do you know how difficult it was for us to not run?” He remembered holding Yamaguchi back with his arms around him because of how dangerous it was. His best friend ranted continuously, regretting filling them for not being fast nor good enough to make sure you were safe.

Yet, they thought about their other teammates inside the room and decided not to risk it, hoping for the best. So now that the both of you were here with them, maybe this was the time to seize this opportunity on what was eating them up alive. Tadashi had his chin on top of Haru’s shoulder, who was sitting on his lap, as he told them what they felt, “Did know how scared we were? What if that was the last time, we saw you? What if the next time we see each other, you wouldn’t be like yourselves?” For someone good with words, you couldn’t think of the right thing to say after hearing his words. You saw how Haru shifted her position, moving Tadashi’s head to face her to lean her forehead to his.

Before anyone could utter another word, Kuriko did what she thought was the best course of action. She positioned herself to face Tsukishima and Yamaguchi, who were looking at her with curiosity before bowing at a 45-degree angle. This type of bow is usually done by a person to show respect to someone with a high status or to express a strong sense of guilt or apology. It is called a Saikeirei.

This is why they were taken aback by her action with how the dumbstruck expressions painted their faces. Kuriko shut her eyes in guilt, stating, “I apologize for endangering your girlfriends’ lives.” You choked on your spit. Tsukishima looked away. Yamaguchi’s palms started to sweat. Haru started whistling, staring at the ceiling. The others hid their snicker at the younger girl’s statement as the latter continued, “To be completely honest, I was already planning on jumping outside the window after killing the principal. However,” Her voice almost cracked but it didn’t at her next words.

“The door opened, and I thought maybe jumping out of the window was a bad idea.” She cleared her throat, as she stood up straight slightly regretting her choice of words, “I mean, we did jump out of the window to get here but it was done in a safely…… manner. But the point is,” Haru giggled, making Yamaguchi stare at her in disappointment while you suppressed a smile forming on your lips, feeling Tsukishima do the same to you.

“I never wanted them to save me because I already have a plan. But,” Kuriko made eye contact with you with a smile, accompanied by her slightly glossy eyes. Before you notice it, she turned her gaze towards Haru saying, “I’m so thankful that they did and now, I owe my life to them.” Their hearts were moved as if they were hit by a truck as they flew from the impact, landing on a huge cushion made out of cotton candy.

Tsukishima felt a sense of guilt for what he did. The truth was, he just wanted to know what was going on because nobody liked being left out. Now that they were in an apocalypse, it was best to know the truth to gain trust. In doing so, it might make the whole journey more bearable, as you have a group of people you could count on. Speaking of trust, he knew that he was in the wrong for suddenly blowing off like that. His feelings were valid, of course. But the approach he took makes you want to kick his ass.

Now, he knows how important the young girl means to you, justifying your reckless actions. You always give value to the people who rely on you, making sure you never disappoint them as much as possible. Knowing this, he turned to Kuriko, who still was apprehensive about his presence and intimidating aura, before clearing his throat and mumbling, “I’m sorry. We just needed to know.” She breathed out a sigh of relief, not expecting those words to come out of his mouth. You hid a smile, knowing how much Kei has a hard time apologizing to other people but found the courage to do so.

“It’s alright! I mean,” The second-year shook her hands in front of her in an attempt to ensure that it was alright and she was just frightened at first. Now, she understood why he did that which led her to say with a hand behind her neck, a cheeky expression on her face, “If my girlfriend suddenly ran off like that, I would have wanted to know why she did that too.” With those words, Hinata suddenly breaks out into uncontrollable laughter with a hand on his stomach. The setter beside him faced the window, not to show his smile, controlling himself not to tease his teammates.

You took a few steps forward to place a hand on Kuriko’s shoulder, who looked at you with obliviousness, “Uhm,” You felt Tsukishima move away from you to berate the weird duo, smacking them with his insults. Gulping as you let out a nervous chuckle, “We’re not together, Nakamura.” Haru let out a cough, loud enough for the people to hear, “Not yet.” Before she nuzzled her nose into the crock of Tadashi’s neck whispering something that made his face lit up, accompanied by his smile that almost reached his eyes.

“But that doesn’t mean both of you get off the hook.” Takeda suddenly spoke up, making everyone freeze at the seriousness of their teacher’s voice. Goosebumps started to rise from your spine to the back of your neck, as you make eye contact with him. “Next time, don’t do anything that stupid. You ran off empty-handed!” He had his arms crossed in front of your chest, making you tilt your head in confusion.

You remembered running off to get a weapon, making you not empty-handed, “Sir, I had a weapon with me during that time.” Takeda shook his head, only to turn his gaze at Haru, who was looking at the ceiling for entertainment to avoid him. You shrugged, knowing where he came from but insisted, “I don’t regret saving Kuriko. But I apologize for worrying everyone.”

“Same! Love you OG bestie and new bestie!”

Your best friend put two thumbs up, before putting them down to hold Yamaguchi’s hands as his arms circled her waist. Kuriko nodded with a neutral expression, giving a finger heart, “I wouldn’t mind dying earlier, but thanks.”

“I can’t believe I would still be alive after seeing Salty-Shima apologize and worried openly.” Hinata barked out, earning a smack on the head from the tall blonde to shut him up. He cleared his throat with a hand on the back of his neck with a sheepish smile, “Now that everything is forgiven and all, can I ask why L/N and Shinoya went after you in a middle of a zombie apocalypse?”

Kageyama nodded, as he agreed with his partner, “Are you the cure?” He pointed out to Kuriko with awe on his face while the younger girl stared at him blankly as if to think if he was fucking serious.

“I have a guess.” Yachi raised her hand, who was seated near Yamaguchi and Shinoya. Everyone looked at her, as she cleared her throat, “Is this related to the Shiba case?” At the mention of the forbidden name, you, Takeda, Ukai, and Kuriko froze. Well, the case was supposed to be confidential but you figured your teacher wouldn’t be able to hold himself back from hiding this from his boyfriend.

Hinata looked confused with his mouth agape as he stutters, “Which one? There are two of them. Akeno, the tall goal-keeper slash L/N’s prom date, or Kenjiro, the weird one with glasses and bad personality?” At the mention of your name, the orange-haired boy noticed how Tsukishima’s figure was tense. But when you turned in their direction, the blonde immediately dropped his shoulders.

You feel Tsukishima’s gaze on you, making you hide your emotions even more, “They’re both assholes anyway so it doesn’t matter.” You cursed in a low volume at the crack of your voice in the end. With that, you turned away to face Yachi, who had a deep expression on her face.

“You’re right. Even Kenjiro’s personality is shittier than yours, Kageyama.” Hinata agreed but was met with a smack behind his head, making him fight the blueberry-haired boy. The latter had his hand on the smaller boy’s lips to shut him up, looking over to you in question, “I don’t get it. I thought Akeno was incredible, just like his height. Plus, you were his prom date.” He felt the other boy’s tongue licking his palm, making him pull away in disgust.

A few moments of silence filled the room, as they waited for your answer. You visibly gulped at the attention but for someone who is used to public speaking, you couldn’t find the right words to say because of how sensitive the topic was. You didn’t even know where to begin your story since they knew you were good friends with him. Everybody just assumed you didn’t hang out as much as you used to because he was busy with soccer while you were busy in student council. Nobody knew the truth as to why you chose not to be in his presence, except for someone.

Suddenly, Haru stood up from Yamaguchi’s lap and started beatboxing with a fist near her mouth, pretending it was her microphone. The beats she was making were familiar, which is why it was difficult not to smile as she sang, “Shimmy, shimmy ko ko bop. I think I like it. The tension is down, down, don’t be ashamed.” The song was entitled Ko Ko Bop sung by a K-POP group called EXO. It was what the both of you sang while crying because of how your grades were going down, down as well.

Hinata joined her in singing and dancing to lighten up the mood, making the others laugh and shake their heads, knowing how the topic must be dropped. Yachi clapped her hands before beaming up to catch everyone’s attention while the sunshine duo continued dancing as they paid attention to the blonde, “L/N, did you draw this blueprint?” She lifted the poster from the tote bag you carried earlier, making the sunshine duo gasp in shock.

“You drew on Red Velvet’s limited poster?” The orange-haired boy placed a hand on his chest while your best friend pointed at you accusingly, “I thought it was a huge blank paper or something! Why didn’t you tell me? This is betrayal! Shame! Pain!” Your lips were pressed in a thin line at their dramatic antics before helping Yachi and Kuriko lay the blueprint across the table with Takeda and Ukai looking over at it.

Their coach scanned the drawing as his fingers grasped the map, “Takeda was right when he said you’re intelligent.” Your face burned at the validation, bowing in thanks before saying, “May I share the plans I have in mind? And if it’s alright, may everyone share their thoughts on the plan to improve on it or if they have any suggestions?” All of them nodded at your words, while the others came closer to hear what you were about to say.

You took this as a cue to continue, making you grab a pencil nearby before pointing to where you are on the map, “Since we are on the third floor, I was thinking we could go to the music room since there are speakers there. As far as I know, the large speaker was a Bluetooth one which is why we would be able to control it as long as we are in the next room.” You drew a small box to where the music room was and labeled it as speaker.

“However, before we could get into the music room, we would be going through the clinic first since it is directly below this room,” You pointed at how the teacher’s room is below the clinic, while beside it is the music room. Your pencil went back to where everyone was to show another, “Beside the teacher’s room, is the storage room, wherein there will be more than enough supplies which may be useful such as canned food, drinks, etc. Those arrived earlier and it was supposed to be used for our Legacy.” You moved your pencil to the next room beside the storage room, which would be the clinic.

Therefore, if you were to visualize it, think of it this way: below the teacher’s room is the clinic and beside it is the music room while beside the teacher’s room is the storage room. You cleared your throat as ideas were pouring into your head all at the same time making you ramble, “I was thinking of dividing groups but I don’t think it will be possible since we need to make the music room a priority so that we could create sound to distract the zombies.”

You hummed to process what you were about to say before pointing out another fact, “Before that, we must have a way on how we could get down the second floor to the clinic and music room.” You twirled the pencil between your fingers before adding, “As well as how we will get across the art room to get to the storage room.” Kuriko removed herself from the circle, grabbing the bag she carried earlier to pull out three seven feet jump ropes, placing it on top of the blueprint.

“So, Uhm, that’s it.” Your hand went to the back of your neck, scanning the expressions of the people around you. Some of them nodded along and hummed, thinking about what they should say. Yachi raised her hand to suggest an idea as everyone looked at her when she spoke, “I think we should look for items here in the room which may be useful. For example, we would need a cellphone with music in it to connect it with the speaker.” Everyone agreed with her, as each individual went around the room to look for useful supplies.

That was step one of the plan. You’re sure that the others will be able to suggest more as they scan the room for items that may be beneficial in the overall plan. Before one of you speaks again, the speaker from above starts to give out a static noise. It seems like someone from the AV club was using it since the PA system in the principal’s office was busted when you looked through it earlier. You turn your head towards it, along with the people in the room, only for goosebumps to travel back your spine in fear as you hear the familiar voice behind it.

“Hello. My name is Shiba Akeno, the captain and goalkeeper of Karasuno’s soccer team. I am a third-year student, who is about to give information about the zombies because of how-” His voice stopped as if he was contemplating to continue speaking, only for your hands to get colder by his next words.

“-It came from my family’s hospital.”

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