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Ooooooo she's a special!!!!
This one will be an au where [name] is in the same age group as the volleyball team.
So, he's a first year at Nekoma High and part of the volleyball club, usually playing defensive positions. His favourite position to play is libero but he doesn't mind subbing in for other positions.
Also y'all really just forgot my mans, the first simp for [name], Haru.
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[name] fiddled with the sleeves on his school jumper and stared at the clock nervously. Finally, the big hand reached 12 and the teacher dismissed them for the day. He sat back as everyone else packed their stuff and left, chatting. After the majority had left, he sprang up and bolted out of the class, speed walking through the mostly empty halls.
He reached the clubroom and pushed the door open with heaps of energy. The door slammed onto the wall on its other side and [name] jolted, not expecting such a loud noise.
He then saw the curious eyes of the members who had already entered and heat rose to his face as he shut the door quietly, not looking at them. Realising how uncharacteristic that was of him, he scurried to get his kitbag and slouched his form to be more unnoticeable.
[name] brushed his hair out of his eyes and he couldn't help but release a small smile as he stared down at his bags. It was time for his first-ever far away practice match with Nekoma!
Feeling giddy, he didn't notice someone creep up behind him until they put their arms around his shoulders. He flinched and whipped his head back only to be met with a tuft of hair over his eyes. He blinked to get the sensation of hair out of his eyes.
And then he stepped away because this close proximity with his captain wasn't doing any wonders to his heart.
"Aaw my darling kouhai, aren't you excited to be going?" Kuroo stepped forwards and slouched onto [name] transferring half of his body weight onto the poor boy.
"Get off Kuro, you're squashing him," Kenma pushed the male off and Kuroo gasped, clutching his heart dramatically.
"Surely, you're not suggesting that a being such as I would be too heavy," he continued his pitiful act only to be met with exasperation.
"Yes you're absolutely heavy because {insert some big brain chemistry in here, I don't fcking know}" Yaku used this moment to take Kuroo down.
"No-one asked you, you {chemistry has never been my forte, go wild here}," he refuted.
Take that back, you {chemistry, chemistry, chemistry},"
[name] slipped out of their battle and decided to stand idly next to Kenma. All they had to do at this point was wait for the coach to arrive and they would ride to Miyagi. From there, they had to check into a hotel and then have practice matches with a bunch of schools in the prefecture.
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Ayo, I know this isn't how it goes but, apart from the practice match, I don't know what Nekoma does so I'm making it up.
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"Noooooo!!" [name]'s attention was taken by a groan from the floor. "I wanna go toooooo..." Lev was understandably bummed out, not being allowed to go with the rest of the team. "[name] put me in your bag please!"
[name] chuckled and crouched down to Lev, "I don't think you'd fit, sorry,"
Lev looked up to see a smiling angel above him and had to shield his eyes from the purity the male was exerting. His eyes watered and he sniffed "[name]..."
[name] ruffled his hair and stood back up, feeling Kenma tug at his clothes to tell him to get going. Lev stared at his back, dazed.
"Alright children!" Coach Naoi got them all gathered up and read out pairs for them to always be in when going around.
"We're not in elementary school, coach. Isn't this a little unnecessary?" Yaku grumbled, he was paired with Yamamoto and could only pray for peace.
[name] noticed that he didn't have a partner and couldn't help but bunch up his shirt in disappointment. He looked around but couldn't voice his concerns out when everyone else was already good to go. Teshiro was also off today meaning there were an odd number of people in the group.
Thankfully, someone noticed his struggles and asked the coach who he would be with. [name] looked up in adoration at his gentle vice-captain who smiled at him reassuringly.
"Ah, it seems someone's late then," The coach scratched his nape sheepishly.
"So this means [name] can go with us now, right?" Kuroo asked with a cheshire cat smile and pulled [name] by the back of his collar into his chest. "See, even Kenma agrees with me," He gestured towards Kenma and [name] watching My Neighbour Totoro on Kenma's phone.
"Oi, you're my partner,"
Oh dear lord, it was-
"Juni-chan? Didn't you rage-quit volleyball last week?" Yamamoto questioned.
"Don't call me that, I had a change of heart," Junichi grumbled.
"Oya? How come Juni-chan is always with [name]?" Kuroo whined.
"They're literally friends Kuroo, now get in the bus," Kai pushed his back lightly, sometimes it really felt like he was captain instead.
"Ya want window seat?" Junichi asked [name]
Honestly, [name] didn't mind but no lie, he almost cried earlier so he listlessly nodded.
"Well too bad, I want it too," Junichi studied [name]'s expression to pick up any signs of anger or distress but was irritated to find none. [name] only looked at him with the corner of his lip slightly curled. Junichi felt an oncoming headache and rushed onto the bus to find a free seat.
He plopped himself down and looked up to see [name] following him and sitting down right next to him.
"You better not lean on me and drool, especially not drool though. In fact, don't lean on me at all!" Junichi threatened him. [name] nodded back and got comfortable on his seat.
"Oooooooo coach, Juni-chan's being mean again!" [name] looked up, surprised at the sudden shout to see Yamamoto's head above his seat and staring down at him. "Don't worry my kouhai, you can rest your head on my shoulder instead," Yamamoto imagined himself as a shoujo manga male lead and extended an arm out to [name].
This was going to be so smooth, exactly like what he had in mind but then the bus moved and his hand lurched forward as he used the other one to stabilise himself. He felt something soft on his hand. He poked it slightly and cupped it again. He looked up, [name]'s face flushed as it was held by him.
IT WAS [NAME]'S FACE!
He retracted his hand as though electricity ran through him and scrambled to find an apology, "I'M SORRHEUGHKFFF-" he was cut off by Yaku poking his side telling him to get down and turn around.
Junichi sneered at Yaku's punishment to Yamamoto of reciting the reactivity series ten times and looked back to [name] who was still slightly red. He got his headphones out and listened to his playlist and looked out of the window.
After a while, he felt a weight thump onto his side and scowled before turning his head to shout at [name].
[name] was originally watching the rest of My Neighbour Totoro with Kenma who was sat opposite of him but he fell asleep halfway. Not because the film was boring or anything, but because the movement of the bus was lulling him to sleep. Kenma noticed that his eyes had closed and he let out a fond smile before turning his phone to himself.
[name] didn't have any control over his body when he was asleep so the turns the bus made resulted in him leaning onto Junichi. Junichi stared at [name]'s sleeping face and....that's it. He just stared. He definitely didn't feel his face heat up.
After a few minutes of internal arguing over whether he should shove the boy off or not, he came to a conclusion. It didn't matter. Why was he worrying over this so much, this was irrational. And so he turned his head away and ignored him.
Instead he saw his upperclassmen staring menacingly at him through the gap in their seats. He glared back.
He then felt [name]'s hand slip and fall onto his own.
He breathed. Then he tried to ignore that too. But he found himself always focusing on the warmth being transferred from [name]'s soft hand onto his own. He looked at them noticing the size difference. Of course he'd noticed it before but now he focused on it again.
Would [name]'s hand fit in his own?
NONONONONONONO THOUGHTS BEGONE! To get rid of the thoughts you must overcome them, with that mindset, he inwardly barked at [name].
The journey from Tokyo to Miyagi continued. The members of the volleyball club continued to fall asleep. Yaku had to nudge Yamamoto to stop his snoring from time to time and Junichi periodically woke up to make sure his situation with [name] hadn't developed.
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The coaches clapped to wake up the sleeping boys and after a bit, they all did. Junichi woke up to find his head on top of [name]'s and their hands intertwined. Biting back a shriek he quickly separated himself and fought back the blush on his face.
[name] woke up from this and yawned silently, blinking the sleep out of his watery eyes. He turned to Junichi confused on what the boy was doing.
"Feeling a little hot and bothered Juni-chan?" Kuroo smirked toward him as he exited the bus pulling [name] with him. He petted the boy's messy hair and smiled.
Kenma gestured for [name] to lean closer to him and fixed his bed head. [name] blushed but complied and enjoyed the feeling of his fingers.
The team first set out to find their way to the school they were practicing with.
As easy as it sounded, someone got lost. Well, two people.
[name] originally saw Kenma wandering off and decided to follow him to make sure he didn't get lost. Of course, he didn't think of the chance that they could get lost together. He fretted and worried about it as Kenma held out a stray cat to him. Forgetting about his thoughts momentarily, he ran his hand over its smooth fur.
He heard a shout and flinched, thinking about all the times he'd been taught stranger danger and crept behind Kenma. What he didn't expect was another high schooler. A short boy with vibrant orange hair. Then again, he shouldn't be so surprised with Kenma's pudding like hair and also Junichi's red hair. He fiddled with his fringe, suddenly feeling self conscious about his own hair.
The boy talked as vibrantly as his hair. [name] wondered how this boy managed to come up to them and just start talking. He just wouldn't understand extroverts.
The orange boy who was previously conversing with Kenma decided to take an interest with him and called him out, "Hi! I'm Hinata Shoyo {and you're watching Disney channel} you're pretty," he exclaimed. [name]'s face heated up at his words and he couldn't find himself saying anything back to him.
"Eh? Did I offend you? It's just that you look very nice!" He continued, not helping [name] regain his resting heart rate.
"That's [surname][name], he's a first year like you," Kenma spoke through a small smile, anticipating the outcome of this.
[name] took a few second to calm down, "Th-Thank you," he mumbled.
"Can I call you by your first name too?" Hinata asked.
[name] thought for a bit. Apart from the volleyball team, everyone called him his last name. He didn't mind, well actually he did mind. There was somehow a difference in being called the two. When being called [name] he felt warm and usually more comfortable with the person. But that was only because the volleyball team did that.
He was going to decline but he saw the pure smile on the tangerine's face and didn't have the heart to so he nodded.
A shout was heard from the distance and [name] felt his mind clearing up as he saw Kuroo head over to them to take them back.
As they walked back to the group, Kenma told him Hinata was from Karasuno, the team they were going to play against.
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After regrouping and being told off by the coaches (only Kenma though, they knew about [name]'s paper heart) they finally arrived at the gym they were practicing at.
They stood outside of the gym and [name] spotted Hinata who was running towards them. "[name]! Kenma!" he called out and complained about how he wasn't told that they were in Nekoma.
A chilling aura appeared from behind them. "What business ya got with our setter and angel, eh?" Yamamoto looked down at Hinata with daggers in his eyes.
Another aura of the equivalent rage appeared and did the same, "What business ya got with our rookie?" It was a boy with a shaved head. That was all [name] focused on, too scared to look at his expression. He looked away once he heard Yamamoto shout out.
"AAAIIIIII!" [name] looked over to Yamamoto, surprised and confused.
"G-G-GIRL MANAGER!" he shrieked before running away.
[name] felt another glare in his and Kenma's direction and hesitantly followed it to another scary boy staring at them with malicious intent. He backed away slowly only to bump into his captain shaking hands with another guy, both excluding deadly auras.
He walked away to Junichi who was stood at the side, glaring at anyone who came near him. This created a safe space around him. [name] was already used to Junichi's glares to he managed to make it past him. Junichi only glanced at him and continued doing what he was doing, making the glare more intense now.
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The Nekoma volleyball team gathered before the match for Kuroo's speech.
"Remember. We are blood. Never stop flowing. Keep moving. Keep bringing in the oxygen so that our 'brain' can operate at his best. Let's go!"
"Pfffffff-" Junichi struggled to contain his laughter at the speech.
"Kuro, can't we please stop that speech thingy? It's embarrassing," said Kenma.
"It's all about the mood bro," reassured Yamamoto, "And stop laughing at it Juni-chan!"
[name] had to agree with Kenma on this one, the speech did get a bit tiring after the first time.
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Aaaaaand I'm an idiot so I'm gonna be skipping out on the playing. I'm literally so bad at that so I won't try. I'll try incorporating some bits but it's not guaranteed.
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[name] didn't play for the first match and simply observed from the sides. He had to admit, he was very impressed by Karasuno. It turned out, Hinata was just as much of a bundle of energy on court than off court.
He saw the gears in Kenma's head turn and shifted about on the bench.
The first game ended with Nekoma winning and the second one started. This time, [name] subbed in and played. Nekoma won again a few times until they were all on the floor, exhausted. All but Hinata. [name] was in shock of the boy's stamina.
Both teams cleared up the nets together and socialised. Well not [name]. He stuck close to Junichi who was also not socialising. Until the ultimate extrovert pointed him out.
"Ah, Bokeyama that's the pretty boy I told you about!"
At the mention of a pretty boy, Tanaka and Nishinoya followed their keen ears and went to where Hinata was pointing at.
"WHERE'S THE PRETTY BOY?" they demanded.
They arrived in front of [name] and stood as tall as they could to intimidate him.
The intimidation worked, the poor boy was terrified of their eyes and clenched his fists, looking down.
[name] wasn't what They expected when they heard Hinata say that. That wasn't to say he wasn't pretty, they expected someone more like a certain setter from Aoba Johsai. They coughed into their fists and looked back up to him, their stances now bashful.
"Nevermind, you can go."
And go he did. Straight to where Junichi had left after the troublesome second years appeared. That was where he was supposed to go but instead fate had other plans and he bumped into a tall boy. He fell onto the floor and looked up to the very tall blond boy. They should have brought Lev, [name] thought.
"Oh sorry, I didn't notice you at all," the literal stickman spoke as he looked down to him.
This may have just been an offhand comment but his tone disagreed with that. He was taking a jab at [name] and his playing style. Whether it be on or off the court, [name] always tried to made himself as unnoticeable as possible and it was in the court that this really took effect.
He wasn't invisible or anything but he liked to lay low. He found it quite nerve-wracking to have eyes on him so he made himself look as harmless and ordinary as he could.
He didn't know how to reply to this or whether he even should so he just looked at his feet and wished he would disappear in this moment. He could feel the eyes of the others poking into him and the tension.
"Get new fucking glasses then," someone else shoved the stickman aside and extended their arm to [name].
"You obviously wont see him if you're blind," it was Junichi being an ass like usual. [name] had never felt so happy to hear his rude tone.
Some people from Karasuno came up to him to apologise on his behalf but he couldn't answer them as he was being scooped up and given a full body examination from Yaku.
[name] walked back to the bus with Junichi. He smiled towards Junichi. Junichi's frown deepened.
"I didn't do it for you," he said, "The bastard blocked one of my spikes earlier."
[name] nodded, "Yep,"
"And his hair was bad,"
"Uh-huh,"
"And he smiled at me on the court,"
"Ok,"
"And I don't like him,"
"Thanks,"
Junichi stared wide eyed at [name]'s back.
That smile....
He slapped his feverish cheeks and brought his hand out in front of him. The one [name] had clutched with both hands just then.
"Oya?"
Junichi heard his captain behind him and turned around, flipped him off and stalked away.
"Oh, to be young again!" exclaimed Kuroo.
"Stop talking like you're an old man," commented Kenma from besides him as he stared at the two first years that were walking to the coach.
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Oh wow, what's this? A long chapter with literally no flavour? I'm sorry!!!!
This was supposed to be a whole buffet but somehow it ended up rlly shitty like Haru was supposed to make an appearance and Tsukki was supposed to be nicer and Junichi was supposed to appear more but whatever.
Normal chapters will continue until I get bored of that and make another few specials.
Seriously tho I was like should I make them all romantically love [name] but no he's literally six but wait this is a special but also that's messing with my mind.
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