Jump float serve

It's different here

"Stop flirting and get changed already," someone clicked his tongue. Yamaguchi's cheeks flushed and he sprung away from Terushima. He turned around to apologize, but was met with a wide smirk of a tall boy. His long brown hair flew messily around, jersey hanging from one shoulder.

"Kazuma!" Terushima shouted, striding to the boy.

Kazuma rolled his eyes, "fuck off," he pushed Terushima on the shoulder and walked to one of the lockers.

"Oh come on man."

Kazuma turned around to say something, but his eyes froze on Yamaguchi. He arched an eyebrow. "THIS pinch server?" he asked not looking away from Yamaguchi. It was only one match, but Kazuma remembered that day clearly. The day Terushima fell hard for the freckled Karasuno's pinch server. After that, being Terushima's closest friend, he listened to him whining about this boy for weeks. Kazuma ran a hand through his hair. He had no idea what Terushima was up to this time. Kazuma glanced at guilty looking friend, then back at dumbfounded Yamaguchi. His lips parted, then closed again. What in the living hell... Kazuma turned to face Terushima, "can we talk for a second?" He gave his most dreadfully polite smile and pushed his friend out of the changing room.

"Are you insane?!" Kazuma hit his friend on the back of the head, when the door closed behind them.

"Huh?" Terushima raised his eyebrows, "what's your problem?"

"Yamaguchi??" he hissed.

"Yes?"

Kazuma clicked his tongue, "what were you thinking?!"

"I don't see a problem," Terushima shrugged, "he's a good player and I-"

"I know you too good to buy this bullshit," Kazuma barked back.

"Let's say I got lucky," Terushima's tone shifted as he replied with a smug smile.

Kazuma's eyebrows twitched. He caught on without explanation, but there was still so much about this situation that didn't come together. He scanned Terushima's expression. Kazuma's eyes narrowed, "I hope you know what you're doing."

"Did I ever?", Terushima chuckled, before walking back to the changing room. However froze in the doorway as he took in the sight of Yamaguchi. Terushima's shirt was hanging loose oh his shoulders, cheeks flushed. He wanted to joke, but got pushed on the shoulder by Kazuma. "Jerk," he mumbled.

Kazuma rolled his eyes and walked up to Yamaguchi with a soft smile, "sorry for the lame acquaintance."

"That's alright," freckled boy smiled in reply, "Yamaguchi Tadashi, Karasuno's pinch server. It's nice to meet you." He bowed a little, keeping eye contact with the older boy.

"Kazuma Bobata, Johzenji's middle blocker," he patted Yamaguchi on the shoulder. Kazuma studied him for a few more seconds, before adding, "can't wait to play with you." He smirked and threw a quick glance at Terushima. Not bad.

"Please, don't expect much," Yamaguchi rubbed the back of his neck.

"Don't worry about th-" Kazuma chuckled and wanted to ruffle boy's hair for reassuring, but Terushima got his wrist faster.

Johzenji's captain shot a warning glare at the friend, "don't you have to start changing?" He watched Kazuma snicker and turn to his locker. Boys exchanged a few more words before walking out. "Stretching?" Terushima asked and watched Yamaguchi nod. He tilted his head, arching an eyebrow. Yamaguchi was clearly uncomfortable. "You know you can talk," he chuckled and ruffled his hair.

"I know, I know," Yamaguchi laughed, "now stop." He moved away slightly, glancing at the gym door opening.

They were greeted by other boys walking past them to the locker room. Soon enough almost all Johzenji's team was ready for the evening practice. Yamaguchi smiled shyly at them, "I'm Yamaguchi Tadashi, Karasuno's pinch server." His eyes traveled over the team he had to spend this practice with. "I'm happy to play with you today," he bowed, hiding his anxiety. To Yamaguchi's surprise a soft hand fell on his shoulder, petting his back.