"You guys are like Mario and Luigi, but better," Hinata knows exactly who his friend is talking to the second he walks into the cafeteria. He looked over to see her hands spread out on the table trying to map out her thought process. "Just hear me out--" "Who the fuck is better than Mario and Luigi?" You know those scenes in movies where they go to a ball or gala or some fancy event, and the endgame couple keeps barely missing each other while dancing and being handed off, but when the music stops the end up in each other's arms? Yeah, that, but a in a short story and about oblivious volleyball dorks. previously titled as "unwanted".