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“And that’s

why I was hoping you would go out with me sometime.” You finished your story,

taking a deep breath now that it was finally done. You were too scared to look

Iwaizumi in the eye so instead you stared at the zipper of his coat. Your

feelings were complicated. On the one hand, you were feeling relieved that you

had finally confessed to him. You had agonized over it for weeks after all. On

the other hand, you were terrified he might reject you. The two of you had been

such great friends for the past year and you were afraid to lose that. However,

you simply could no longer not tell him how you felt.

The silence

between you two was almost painful and it continued on for much longer than you

had anticipated. Or maybe it didn’t take that long at all and it was just in

your head. Either way, he hadn’t responded yet, while he had had the time to do

so. It was enough of an answer.

“I’m sorry,

I shouldn’t have said anything.” A nervous laugh bubbled out of you before you

could stop it. “I’m such an idiot. Just forget about it, okay? I’m sorry.

Again.”

As you were

turning around, ready to head home with your tail between your legs, a hand on your arm stopped you.

“Wait.”

You turned back towards Iwaizumi, unable to keep the hopeful expression from your face.

“I don’t want to forget about it,” he continued. “Because I feel the same way.”

“You do?” you answered, your voice breathless.

“Yes, it’s just,” it was his turn to let out a nervous laugh. “I actually wanted to confess to you today.”

You paused, your mind having trouble comprehending his words. “What?”

Iwaizumi looked down at his shoes as he shoved his hands into his coat. “I wanted to confess to you today. I had it all planned out. You beat me to it, though.”

Finally, he looked up to meet your gaze. “I like you as well, y/n. It’s just a bit embarrassing that I missed on the chance to be the first one to say.”

“I don’t mind,” the butterflies fluttered in your stomach. “The time doesn’t matter, I like it whenever you say it. Can you say it again?”

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The two of you met during a volleyball tournament. “Because where else would you ever meet a boy?” your older sister had teased you.

She was sort of right. Your life was volleyball. You got up early, got some practice done, followed your classes, and then did more volleyball. You loved the sport with all your being. A day without volleyball wasn’t a good day for you.

Nothing else could give you the joy that it brought you.

At least until you met Ushijima.

You had heard of him long before you met him. He was the player every other volleyball team feared but revered at the same time. Despite the fact that you would never have to play against him, you understood why other teams were intimidated by him. His spikes were amazing. Each movement he made leading up to them was well executed, which resulted in perfect results. They were the work of talent but also hard work. A combination that made his presence seem larger than those of the other players on the court. Or at least to you whenever you watched one of his matches.

He seemed like an amazing spiker to work with. Not that you didn’t admire the female spikers of your team, they were great as well. Just not as great as Ushijima.

You didn’t think the guy was without his faults, but still. The fact that someone like him acknowledged you, or more specifically your skills, that day was something you could still hardly believed.

Because you had your volleyball skills to thank for him pausing as he walked passed you.

Briefly looking you over with his unreadable, dark eyes before saying, “Good match.”

You had stiffened, hardly believing what you had just heard. Good match? Had he watched your match? The same way you had watched his?

“Thank you,” you finally managed to say. “You played good as well. I especially loved the final spike.”

It had been the start of a conversation about volleyball that didn’t end until his coach

urged him to leave. You had stared after him dumbfounded, in your hand a small paper he had written his number on.

“To discuss volleyball,” he had clarified.

“Why do youalways have to say things like that?!” you angrily put your phone down as youstared at your boyfriend. His mouth had dropped open as he stared wide-eyed at you.Normally you  were quite the soft-spokenperson and didn’t really respond to things he did that annoyed you.

“I-“ Hestarted but you weren’t done yet.

“What I’masking you is not that difficult, nor is it reason for you to retort like that.”You continued. “I’m not stupid, nor am I just going to take things like that. Iwant you to stop it.”

Akaashisighed before walking towards you. “I apologize, y/n. I didn’t realize I washurting you.”

“Hmp,” youpouted as you looked away. You had expected a bit more fire in his response buthe seemed to readily accept your outburst.

- Daichi would probably go to a university relatively close to his hometown.

- He would study something related to economics.

- Daichi would definitely join the university’s volleyball team.

- He stays in contact with Suga and Asahi via chat messages.

It turned into this, I hope you like it!

“Y/n, haveyou seen my volleyball shoes?”

You lookedup from your book. Your boyfriend was standing in the doorway, looking unusuallyrattled. You put your book on the table and got up from the couch to walk tothe shoe closet.

“I alreadylooked there,” Akaashi sounded pretty done with all of it. “I should have leftfor practice five minutes ago.”

You just ignoredhim. Akaashi was very organized and always thought things true until thesmallest detail. It made him perfect for organizing pretty much everything. Whenit came to finding stuff, however, you trusted yourself more. You were more disorganizedthan Akaashi and therefore, had had many opportunities to develop the skill to findlost stuff.

“Did youcheck under the bed?” You asked while taking in all the shoes in the closet. AsAkaashi had said, the shoes weren’t there.

“I did butI’ll check again.”

You turnedaround almost surprised, Akaashi almost looked like he was sulking. You couldn’thelp but giggle at the sight of him.

“It’s notfunny, y/n.”

“I know, Iknow,” you were still laughing.  

As youwalked back into the living room you suddenly got an idea. One member of yourlittle family had been surprisingly quiet during Akaashi’s search.

“Do youperhaps know where his shoes are?” you asked while stopping in front of the dogbed. In it, the puppy Akaashi had given you for your recent birthday, waslooking at you with its big eyes. You knew that look. It was the look he gaveyou when he had done something he wasn’t supposed to do.

You kneltdown and lifted up the blanket and yes, you had been right, Akaashi’svolleyball shoes were lying there. It didn’t really solve the problem however.

“Keiji? Areyou alright with the shoes without laces?”

Ask box is OPEN!

You would have to be patient because Oikawa is very busy with both volleyball and studying.

The two of you would have many study dates to try and spend as much time together as you can.

The two of you would always check up on one another whenever possible. 

Oikawa would bring you coffee when he knows you’re studying late for an important exam. 

You would make sure Oikawa doesn’t stay up to study the other team’s tactics too late the night before an important game. 

“How does your hair evenexist,” you muttered as you ran your hands through Kuroo's hair.Even though it always had this gravity defying quality to it, youstill were surprised every single morning when you woke up next toKuroo and it seemed to be even worse than before he went to bed.

“If only I knew I mightbe able to do something about it,” he mumbled, almost asleep withhis head lying in your lap. You smiled down at him fondly, he wascute like this, struggling to stay awake while becoming more and moresleepy because of you.

When you thought he fellasleep you reached for your phone but the moment your hands left hishair he muttered, “Don't stop playing with my hair.”