Pretty Setter Squad ➭ A Haikyuu!! Chatfic

04

Pretty Setter Squad

Kenma: is anybody awake

Shira-chan: me

Shira-chan: whats up

Kenma: i was thinking,

Kenma: kill me if this is a bad idea,

Kenma: but

Kenma: what if we got shirts

Shira-chan: what do you mean

Kenma: like shirts that said: pretty setter squad

Shira-chan: that is so tacky

Akaashi: Sounds like a plan

Shira-chan: where'd you come from???

Kenma: you think so ?

Shira-chan: please, no

Akaashi: Yes.

Kenma: wait so we're going to do it?

Shira-chan: why does the world punish me.

Akaashi:  Yes. I like it. But how will we get the shirts to everyone?

Kenma: that's the easy part. finding out everyones size will be the problem.

Akaashi: I'll do that then.

Shira-chan: >:[

Kenma: why are you so salty, shira-chan?

Shira-chan: because i'm not going to wear some ugly matching shirts! Especially not with YOU GUYS!!

Akaashi: Why don't you design them then, Shirabu-san.

Shira-chan: me???

Akaashi: Sure. That way they won't be 'ugly'.

Shira-chan: hhgggggggggggggggggggg

Shira-chan: fine.

Shira-chan: i'll do it.

Yahaba: wow! look who's being agreeable for once.

Kenma: when did you get here?

Yahaba: just now. my phone was buzzing non-stop

Yahaba: cause SOME PEOPLE are messaging me at what, 3 in the morning???

Yahaba: wow! what a concept!!! I absolutely LOVE  when people do that!!!

Shira-chan: why are you such an asshole?

Yahaba: lmao me? take a look at yourself, salt-man.

Shira-chan: there's that salt thing again. what does that even mean?? salt is a noun, not an adjective. if anything, you could describe me as sour, which is what ushijima-senpai calls me.

Yahaba: salty.

Shira-chan: square-up, creampuff

Akaashi: Wait don't fight yet.

Akaashi: Shirabu-san needs to design the t-shirt.

Shira-chan: is that the only reason you don't want us to fight?