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i die a little bit inside when i realise they never do this again
asanoya this asanoya that,,,,, me personally i ship asahi and some damn prozac
Total defense!
Oki birthday hcs? How about how the kurasuno boys would plan a surprise party? Or what they do on their own birthdays?
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HI, I’M SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT </3 I saw this the day after my birthday at work, started writing the day after, and then now I tried to write more but I’m really struggling to write more than three characters D: I’ll have to smush it down to Asahi, Daichi, and Suga if that’s alr!
How the Karasuno 3rd years would react/celebrate your birthday!
- They all definitely knew beforehand... Just kidding, only Suga and Daichi knew besides Coach! Those two like to know what’s important to their teammates! - Everyone except for Daichi and Suga are just “WHAT?!?!” and immediate panic to start party planning! - Like it’s you!! Everyone loves you so much, how could they not plan?! - But it’s fuckin’ chaos to plan who buys what... Stuff can get expensive! Not all of them have jobs! - Until Coach just tells them he’ll bring stuff. Then it’s settled (They just can’t let him choose what to bring... Old man tastes are a no-go! /j) Daichi
Daichi is the one who tells everyone along with Sugawara, he finds it amusing how Tanaka and Nishinoya start freakin’ out (Asahi is quietly panicking). He takes control over deciding who does what, he knows his players well enough to know who can do the best at certain things! He personally takes over finding out stuff you like subtly. Like cake flavor, color, all that stuff if he doesn’t already know. Daichi knows how to smooth talk! So does Sugawara, but Sugawara can’t lie for the life of him. Despite being calmer, he’s so excited!! Your first birthday with them?! And he’s your captain?! WOAH!!! He’s so proud of you! Sugawara
After Daichi tells everyone, Sugawara is quick to give Asahi a good slap on the back to get rid of any negative thoughts... This will be explained at Asahi’s part but moving on! Suga is so happy that everyone is getting together to celebrate ya! Like look at his team go! And he’s part of it, even bigger yay! He’d help Kiyoko keep a list of who does what (despite Kiyoko being completely capable of doing it herself, Nishi and Tanaka are yelling out so many ideas... How could you keep up?) He cannot wipe the happy smile off his face, he’s so happy to celebrate you in any way. Sugawara may not say it well but... He appreciates you so much. You do so much for the team! And you do so much for him too... He wants to show you that he’s thankful! Asahi
HE DIDN’T KNOW?! Poor guy feels so bad for not knowing, he never even thought to ask!! But those thoughts go away after Suga give him a back-breaking slap on the back! Ok ok! He needs to keep track! A bit overwhelmed by Tanaka and Nishinoya literally yelling at the top of their lungs again, but secretly matching their excitement. Not only will he get to see you so happy when you see the surprise, but he gets to help!! Asahi doesn’t hesitate to take the role of planning out the decorations. Afterall, the team really hyped him up on his designing skills! Asahi could never say this to your face, but he’s so happy that you’re friends with him. You make him so happy, you help him when his anxiety is too much, and he wants to give back to you. You’re an amazing person and you deserve to have something special! He’s gonna make sure this is the best lookin’ party you’ll ever see! (Even if it’s dollar-store decorations... That doesn’t count stop-)
Asahi was honestly very hesitant when it first came to physical affection when you both started the relationship during the first few dates to the talking stage even after six to seven months he was very nervous
Not to mention Asahi was very sensitive to compliments directed towards you. He was never use to this. Someone being generally happy to be in a romantic relationship with him
I think this was because he has this reputation of being a massive delinquent but in reality he was an introverted straight A student that aspired to be a local fashion designer and own a little local boutique for everyone no matter age size or color could enjoy but is was hard to do it because everyone assumed he was just going to fall off the latter and be a drug/mafia lord.
Asahi had a single relationship before you. This person lied and emotionally abused him along with constant cheating that he knew of. luckily the Volleyball team helped him through it. That was in his second year of high school and once he was able to go to his dream college only in his second semester of his first year he built up the courage to ask out you the (whatever your major is) student.
These trust issues and bad habits broke as soon as your eight months hit you two went out to celebrate at a board walk playing games and eating. Until is guy came up to you and started hitting on you. You were extremely uncomfortable so as soon as he came in range after getting you both desert he was furious he quickly placed the food down at the table and stormed over. Placing his large hand at the small of your back while holding this territorial glare that would even frighten off Ushijima
This caused the man to literally fall and run away. You were then bombarded with affectionate words, affirmations and lingering touches from then on.
You made him realize that you can’t be afraid of the undeniable so with you by his side he became confident and pride himself in his looks causing him to also become a model and made his fashion line well known worldwide…
Haikyuu Masterlist
Started: 2020-08-06
Last Updated: 2020-08-25
Total Works: 1
KARASUNO
Sawamura Daichi
Koushi Sugawara
Asahi Azumane
Yu Nishinoya
Ryu Tanaka
Chikara Ennoshita
Hisashi Kinoshita
Kazuhito Narita
Tobio Kageyama
Shoyou Hinata
Kei Tsukishima
Tadashi Yamaguchi
SEIJOH
Tooru Oikawa
Issei Matsukawa
Takahiro Hanamaki
Hajime Iwaizumi
Shigeru Yahaba
Shinji Watari
Yutaro Kindaichi
Akira Kunimi
Kentaro Kyotani
DATE TECH
Takanobu Aone
Kenji Futakuchi
SHIRATORIZAWA
Wakatoshi Ushijima
Satori Tendo
Eita Semi
Reon Ohira
Kenjiro Shirabu
Tsutomu Goshiki
NEKOMA
Tetsuro Kuroo
Nobuyuki Kei
Morisuke Yaku
Kenma Kozume
Lev Haiba
Yuki Shibayama
FUKURODANI
Kotaro Bokuto
Keiji Akaashi
INARIZAKI
Atsumu Miya
Osamu Miya
Shinsuke Kita
ITACHIYAMA
Sakusa Kiyoomi
Motoya Komori
KAMOMEDAI
Hoshiumi Korai
Headcannon: Hoshiumi Kourai with a shy best friend
Sachiro Hirugami
Based on this squad pose by @queencookiemonster123
Bonus:
You are more than just a dream
art trade with @valjeanbo 💕
i just got called out wtf
WHAT YOUR FAVOURITE HAIKYUU CHARACTER SAYS ABOUT YOU AND YOUR MENTAL STABILITY
cw: mental illness i guess.
𝙸𝙼𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴𝚂
“I have more than three favourite characters!” — okay, I get it, you have no set aesthetic and are unable to make any decisions in your real life. stop lying to yourself and choose.
“You’re not right though?” — yes I am, perceive yourself better. open your eyes. consult your charts.
“My favourite character isn’t here!!” — then you have self projection issues and that’s not on me, that’s on you! just say you over romanticize people in your head and then feel let down when they’re not exactly how you imagined them to be and go.
“this was kinda rude.” — then my job is done.
This is a joke. Read at your own risk….
Keep reading
When Asahi got his driver licence Dachi and Suga started annoying him to drive them everywhere. He was basically their designated driver. It was fine by him, it was actually pretty fun to just chill with his friends and listen to music on the road. What wasn't fun was the first and second years finding out he can drive and then creating absolute chaos in his car. They would leave the most random shit in the backshit, jum around, and put the loudest music while he drove. Shit really hit the fan when Tanaka decided he wanted to learn how to drive and SOMEHOW convinced Asahi to let him practice in his car with him (his sister wouldnt let him)(somehow that didnt alarm Asahi). They almost crashed on a mailbox
Ask prompt: 82 with Karasuno boys driving for the first time after getting their license with their teammates along for the ride....to varying degrees of success lol
82: one driving, other passenger
Asahi's first time driving the team around!
Favourite Positions: Asahi
Asahi Azumane hadn’t meant to fuck you like this.
At least, not at first.
From the beginning, he had always treated you like you were something precious. Maybe it was because of the way you fit against him—smaller, delicate in his arms, easily lifted and carried. Maybe it was just who he was. But every time he touched you, it was careful, reverent—like he was holding glass, terrified of pushing too hard, of cracking something he could never replace.
He’d started slow, careful—just like always. His hands had been gentle, his mouth sweet against your skin, his body heavy but controlled as he eased into you between tangled sheets and soft, broken kisses.
You’d wrapped your legs around his waist instinctively, clinging to the broadness of him, the way his body caged you without feeling suffocating. And for a while, he moved like he was afraid—afraid of breaking you, afraid of being too much.
But the second you pulled your knees higher, the second you whimpered into his mouth and squeezed around him like you couldn’t stand even an inch of distance—
Something in him snapped.
And now you were folded beneath him, legs hooked over his shoulders, arms pinned above your head with one of his big hands wrapped around your wrists, completely at his mercy.
The angle was brutal. Deep. Overwhelming.
You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. The thick weight of him drove every thought out of your head with each slow, devastating thrust that had your thighs trembling and your toes curling in the air.
“Asahi—” you gasped, but it was barely a sound. Your voice broke halfway through, your fingers twitching against his grip.
His other hand wasn’t idle—it skated down your waist, gripping your thigh, your hip, like he didn’t know where to hold you first. His forehead pressed against yours, his breath coming in sharp, desperate bursts, his body trembling from the effort of keeping it together.
“You feel—” he choked out, driving deeper, harder, the wet sounds of your bodies colliding echoing off the walls, “—so good, sweetheart. So fucking good.”
You whined. Couldn’t help it. Your whole body was screaming for him, clenching around him like you never wanted him to stop.
And Asahi, sweet, gentle Asahi, fucked you through it with a quiet ferocity that stole the air from your lungs.
He wasn’t rough. He wasn’t violent. But he was relentless—thrust after thrust angled to wreck you completely, his body pressing you deeper into the mattress with every snap of his hips.
You sobbed out his name, back arching off the bed despite his weight holding you down, and he groaned—low, broken, primal—when he felt how close you were.
“That’s it,” he panted, hips grinding in deep, “Come on, baby, come for me. Let go—I’ve got you.”
And you did.
The orgasm tore through you like a violent wave, pulling the breath from your lungs, your body spasming helplessly under him. You clamped down around him so hard he almost folded, his jaw locking as he cursed under his breath, fucking you through it even as your nails raked helplessly at his shoulders, even as you sobbed his name again and again.
He wasn’t far behind.
You felt the way his rhythm faltered—the way he ground into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt, as he came with a low, broken sound against your neck.
His entire body shuddered above you.
For a long time, neither of you moved. Just the sound of heavy breathing, trembling limbs, and water rushing faintly in the bathroom beyond the door.
Slowly, Asahi lowered your legs from his shoulders, pressing kisses to your knees, your thighs, anywhere he could reach, like he couldn’t bear to be apart from you for even a second.
You whimpered when his mouth brushed over the sensitive inside of your thigh, another tremor ripping through you.
He smiled against your skin—small, wrecked, overwhelmed.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, dragging his lips up to your hip. “Got a little carried away.”
You shook your head, still gasping, still stunned. Still full of him.
Asahi chuckled, low and breathless, and kissed your stomach, your ribs, your sternum—slow, grounding kisses that made your overstimulated body twitch and shiver with every touch.
“I’ll take care of you,” he murmured, lips brushing your pulse. “I’ve got you.”
You barely managed a broken whimper in response before he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest like you were something he couldn’t afford to lose.
And in that moment, you knew: He hadn't just fucked you like he was afraid of breaking you. He fucked you like he was afraid of losing you.
Managerial Duties: Karasuno Pt. 2
Practice was in full swing.
The gym pulsed with life—shoes squeaking, volleyballs echoing like thunder against arms, and shouts bouncing between walls and bodies. Every member of Karasuno was locked into their rhythm, sweaty and determined, moving like cogs in one beautifully chaotic machine. Even Tsukishima and Kageyama hadn’t snapped at each other in a full ten minutes. A miracle.
You stood just off-court, your well-worn notebook tucked under your arm, scribbling quick notes with your favorite pencil. It was smudged with graphite and bite marks from weeks of you chewing the eraser, but it had personality. The court rotations were finally clicking, and Daichi had asked you to track when fatigue set in for Hinata.
Yachi stood a few feet away, stopwatch in hand, glancing nervously between you and the court like she could already feel a storm brewing. You didn't blame her. You'd been with this team long enough to sense disaster. And it was always when things were going too well.
On the court, Kageyama and Hinata were locked in a rally that looked more like a battle. Kageyama’s sets were razor sharp, and Hinata—well, Hinata was grinning like someone had just given him permission to fly.
You looked down to scribble a quick note when your pencil slipped through your fingers.
It bounced once against your shoe, then rolled straight onto the court.
“Seriously?” you muttered, bending to grab it.
One foot stepped just slightly over the line. Just enough.
And from across the gym, like the harbinger of doom:
“Kageyama! Toss me something crazy!”
You looked up.
Hinata was airborne. Silhouetted in the gym lights. Hair tousled, arm cocked back, grinning like a man possessed.
Oh shit—
CRACK.
The volleyball connected square with your face before you could flinch. Pain exploded behind your eyes. Your feet left the floor—literally. Your notebook flung into the air like a paper bird.
You hit the ground with a full-bodied thud. Hard.
Silence followed. Absolute and deafening.
Then—
“OH MY GOD I’M SO SORRY!” Hinata shrieked, rooted in place like he'd just committed an unforgivable sin.
“Hinata, you dumbass!” Kageyama barked across the court, the set still lingering in his hands.
Tanaka skidded to a halt next to you, eyes wide. “You flew!”
“Like three feet off the ground!” Noya yelled, already by your side. “I haven’t seen airtime like that since that one pancake save!”
“Shut up!” Daichi barked as he sprinted over.
“Tanaka, Noya—back off!” Sugawara snapped, dropping to his knees beside you.
You blinked, dazed. Your head was throbbing, your ears ringing, and your face—oh god, your face hurt like hell. When you touched your nose, your fingers came away red.
“Oh, cool,” you muttered. “Nosebleed.”
Kiyoko was suddenly there, calm and terrifyingly efficient. She didn’t speak. She simply pressed tissues against your face with steady fingers, her other hand gently cupping your jaw to keep you from tilting your head back.
“Don’t move yet,” she said softly.
Yachi was crying. Not loudly—just little hiccups of panic as she dropped to her knees beside you, clutching the stopwatch like it could save your life.
“She's bleeding,” she whispered. “There’s so much blood…”
“She'll be fine,” Ennoshita said gently, crouching beside her. “It looks worse than it is.”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” you groaned, trying to sit up. “Just give me—”
You braced your palm against the floor, feeling the coolness of the gym through your fingertips. Your legs shifted underneath you, muscles tight with tension but fueled by sheer stubbornness. Slowly, you pushed off the ground and began to rise.
For half a second, it felt like you had it under control.
Then everything spun.
The gym floor rippled beneath your feet, tilting like a boat on rough water. Your vision smeared at the edges—colors blending, lights flickering. A low, sickening throb pulsed behind your eyes, then rushed like a wave toward your temples. You sucked in a breath, trying to steady yourself, but your knees buckled sharply.
A startled gasp slipped from your mouth as your body tilted sideways, gravity pulling you down faster than your brain could keep up.
Sugawara and Daichi caught you in unison—each locking an arm around your back with practiced, urgent precision. Like bodyguards. Like anchors.
“Okay, no,” Sugawara said, breath tight as he shifted his stance.
“Absolutely not,” Daichi echoed, voice firm as steel. “Sit. Now.”
They guided you back down to the floor as if you were made of glass.
Asahi hovered a few steps away, nervously wringing his towel. “Should we call someone? Get the school nurse?”
“She’s not on shift right now,” Kinoshita said, pulling out his phone. “Should I call the front desk?”
“Can’t we just carry her?” Narita asked, eyes wide. “I mean—not like drag her, but—gently?”
“She’s not a sack of rice!” Yachi exclaimed, clutching your notebook like it was her emotional support item. “We can’t just—lug her around!”
“I can carry her!” Asahi offered, visibly panicking. “I mean, if—if she wants. Or not. But I can! I swear!”
“No!” You and Daichi said simultaneously.
“You don’t have to drag her to the nurse’s office,” Tanaka muttered, half-serious, half-pouting. “We could just… y’know. Roll her in something.”
“Like a blanket burrito,” Noya added helpfully.
“Shut up!” came Daichi’s bark again.
Behind the main group, Tsukishima stood with his arms crossed. “That’s what happens when you step onto the court during a rally.”
Yamaguchi, crouching beside him, frowned. “She looks pretty hurt, Tsukki.”
Tsukishima shrugged but said nothing else.
“I didn’t mean to,” Hinata said suddenly, his voice soft, wavering. “It was just one more spike. I didn’t think…”
You tilted your head toward him, barely mustering a tired smile beneath the tissues. “Nice spike, though.”
He looked like he was going to cry.
“We should get her to the nurse,” Ennoshita said again, glancing toward the exit. “Even if no one’s in, it’s quieter there.”
“I’m coming too,” Kiyoko said, standing and brushing off her skirt. “Yachi, grab her bag.”
Daichi and Sugawara gently pulled you to your feet again, this time slower, with careful pauses between every movement. You leaned against them, breathing through the dizziness as they helped you to the door.
Behind you, the gym buzzed in confused silence.
“You’re too brave for this world,” Tanaka whispered with reverence.
“She’s got that dog in her,” Noya added solemnly.
“SHUT UP, YOU IDIOTS!” Daichi yelled over his shoulder.
As the doors closed behind you, you heard one last frantic voice.
“I’ll bring a fruit basket! I’LL MAKE TEA!” Hinata shouted, his panic echoing across the gym.
You groaned. “Please don’t.”
Managerial Duties: Karasuno
The rhythmic sound of volleyballs being packed away and shoes scuffing against the polished gym floor filled the otherwise quiet space. Practice had ended, but cleanup was still in full swing. You, Yachi, and Kiyoko had stayed behind to help, making sure everything was back in place before leaving. The rest of the team was scattered around, gathering equipment and wiping down surfaces, their movements routine after countless practices.
Yamaguchi and Tsukishima were putting away the practice net while Asahi and Suga worked on reorganizing the stray volleyballs left rolling across the floor. Daichi had stepped out to check on something, leaving you with the quiet murmur of post-practice exhaustion settling in. Kageyama was off to the side, sipping from his water bottle while keeping an eye on Hinata’s usual spot. The gym carried an air of mild fatigue, a contrast to the high-energy chaos that had occupied it just minutes ago.
That’s when Yachi’s voice cut through the calm. "Where are they?"
You looked up from where you had been wiping down one of the benches, catching the way Yachi’s brows furrowed, her gaze darting around the gym like she had just realized something was missing.
"Who?" you asked, already bracing yourself for the answer.
"Tanaka, Nishinoya, and Hinata. They’re gone."
Your movements slowed as you scanned the gym again, this time with sharper focus. Sure enough, the usual ruckus that followed the three of them like a storm cloud was eerily absent. Your stomach dropped slightly, already knowing that their silence was far more concerning than their noise. It was never a good sign when they were quiet—never.
Kiyoko sighed, finishing her task before speaking. "Can you go find them? They need to be supervised."
You snorted, shaking your head. "Aye aye, captain."
But you knew what she meant. If they were up to something—and they most certainly were—it was better to find them before they actually did whatever half-brained scheme they had cooked up this time. With a nod, you handed your rag to Yachi and stepped out of the gym, making your way toward the clubroom with a sense of impending doom curling in your chest. The halls were eerily quiet, save for the occasional squeak of sneakers against linoleum, and that only furthered your suspicions.
As you got closer, muffled voices reached your ears, their tones a mix of excitement and hushed anticipation. That was never a good sign. You pressed closer, listening as Nishinoya’s voice carried through the door.
"Steady, steady! Just a little more—"
You didn’t hesitate, pushing the door open, and the sight before you made you stop in your tracks.
What the actual hell.
Nishinoya was perched on Tanaka’s shoulders, gripping a bucket of water with both hands while wobbling precariously. Tanaka, legs slightly bent, was visibly struggling to keep steady, his teeth gritted in effort. Off to the side, Hinata was bouncing on the balls of his feet, fists clenched in excitement, watching the process unfold like a kid on Christmas morning.
Your eyes flickered to the bucket, then back to the three of them. "What the hell are you guys doing?"
All three of them froze. Nishinoya’s grip tightened on the bucket, Tanaka swayed slightly, and Hinata turned toward you with an enormous grin, completely oblivious to the growing sense of dread pooling in your gut.
"Oh! Manager! You’re just in time!" Nishinoya chirped, grinning like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar but still thinking he could talk his way out of trouble.
Tanaka groaned under Nishinoya’s weight, his arms tightening around his legs as he tried to keep his balance. "We’re gonna prank Tsukishima!" he declared with absolute confidence, as if this wasn’t one of the worst ideas they had ever come up with.
Hinata, practically vibrating with excitement, threw his hands up like he had just scored the winning point. "I’m the bait!" he announced proudly, beaming at you like you should be impressed.
You blinked at him, not even bothering to hide your disbelief. "That’s not something to be proud of. Why did you guys drag him into this?" You jabbed a finger in Hinata’s direction, because there was no way he had come up with this on his own. He was many things, but this level of reckless planning was usually Nishinoya and Tanaka’s specialty.
Hinata blinked, looking genuinely confused as he tilted his head. "Tsukishima?" he asked, his tone innocent. "Or me?"
You sighed, rubbing your temples. "Never mind. This is a terrible idea."
Nishinoya, ever the stubborn one, pouted. "Come on, it’s perfect! Tsukishima walks in, bam! Instant karma!"
You crossed your arms, eyeing the way Tanaka’s legs were starting to tremble. "Yeah, except karma usually doesn’t involve potential concussions and water damage."
"Okay, but look!" Nishinoya beamed, adjusting his grip. "It’s balancing! We got this!"
You pinched the bridge of your nose. "No, you don’t—"
Too late. Nishinoya made the final adjustment, and the bucket settled, wobbling slightly before holding steady above the doorway. With a triumphant grin, Nishinoya pumped his fists—only to realize he was still on Tanaka’s shoulders. In a flash, he scrambled down, nearly toppling them both in the process. Tanaka staggered, arms flailing to keep himself upright as Nishinoya hopped off, landing with an eager bounce before spinning toward Hinata. "Alright! We’re good to go!" he whispered excitedly, rubbing his hands together like an evil mastermind.
Hinata gasped. "It worked!"
"It worked!" Nishinoya hissed.
You groaned. "This is still a bad idea."
But they weren’t listening. With a determined nod, Hinata scampered back toward the gym, his voice carrying through the hall. "Tsukishima! Oi, come here for a sec!"
Silence.
Then—
Footsteps, slow and steady, echoed through the hallway. Each step was deliberate, methodical, like the sound of impending doom marching ever closer. Tanaka, Nishinoya, and you turned toward the doorway in perfect synchronization, a creeping sense of dread washing over you like an oncoming storm. The playful anticipation that had been buzzing in the air evaporated, leaving behind only the cold bite of realization.
Daichi appeared in the doorway, and time seemed to slow. The bucket teetered precariously for a split second before tipping forward, a perfect arc of water cascading down in slow motion. The moment it made contact, Daichi’s entire frame stiffened, his breath hitching as the cold liquid soaked through his hair, dripping down his face and pooling in the folds of his jacket. His usually composed expression was eerily blank, too calm, too quiet, which somehow made everything infinitely worse.
Tanaka’s face morphed from exhilaration to pure horror, his eyes so wide they looked ready to pop out of his skull. Nishinoya’s grin faltered, his entire body rigid as his mind struggled to process the disaster that had just unfolded. And you? You could already feel the headache forming, your lips parting slightly in silent resignation.
Hinata, standing just behind Daichi, let out a small, strangled noise. "No, wait! Don’t—!"
Splash.
The air went still. Slowly, you peeked around the doorframe just in time to see Daichi standing there, drenched from head to toe. Water dripped from his hair, his jacket clinging to him in soaked patches. His expression was eerily blank, which was infinitely worse than immediate rage.
Hinata was mid-step, looking like he had seen his life flash before his eyes.
Tanaka and Nishinoya were frozen, as if staying completely still would erase what had just happened.
The silence stretched, unbearably tense.
You exhaled through your nose and turned away. "I told you."
Then, without another word, you walked off, leaving them to their fate.
Behind you, all hell broke loose.
"YOU IDIOTS!" Daichi’s voice roared, shaking the very foundation of the building.
"RUN!" Nishinoya shrieked, bolting toward the hallway with the kind of agility that came only from the fear of divine punishment. His feet barely touched the ground as he shot past you, arms pumping as if sheer speed could somehow make him disappear from Daichi’s wrath.
Hinata scrambled backward, hands raised in surrender. "It wasn’t me, I swear!"
Kageyama, who had been returning from the locker room, took one look at the chaos and deadpanned, "You guys are so dumb."
Asahi groaned, covering his face. "I don’t want to be associated with this."
Back in the gym, you rejoined Yachi and Kiyoko just as Daichi’s furious yelling echoed in the distance.
Kiyoko barely looked up from where she was stacking volleyballs. "They’re idiots."
You sighed, running a hand down your face. "Hundred percent."