#fic migration

Daichi pulled the towel off Asahi's neck and shoved it in his face.

Asahi pushed back at him, shoving his head away.

He caught sight of Suga talking to some of the first years.

The little one smiled cheerily as they began to push and hit each other laughing and growling, fighting playfully as the usually calmer one glared down at them to no avail.

Asahi chuckled to himself.

"Checking out the new first years then?"

"W-what?! Like you can talk anyway! Checking out Sugawara?"

Daichi straightened up.

"No, of course not what are you even talking about."

Asahi began to retaliate but Daichi shot him a short sharp deadly glare which caught his tongue and shut him up.

"N-N-NEVER MIND!"

Asahi put his head down and walked off away from him as Daichi began conversation with some third years.

They were probably discussing the new first years.

Asahi snickered to himself.

He had known Daichi for long enough to be able to see past his deadly stare and calm persona, he knew the signs of when he was lying.

Also he had seen the way he looked at Suga.

It wasn't hard to see past it all.

He liked Suga past friendship, there was something in him.

As he stared back at Daichi he shot him another of his death glares sending Asahi on his way.

He sure is scary when he's angry.

They're sweet together.

And we need them on this team.

They really keep the core strong.

Suga has a way of making us all work together, no matter how distant or broken up we seem.

When we all first got here he was the one who brought us together as a group of friends.

And Daichi.

He kept us going.

Kept us motivated and fighting.

There were a few more back then though.

We were the 'big group of first years' now..

Now there's only us three.

Everyone else left.

Kinda sad really.

Guess they just didn't have the heart to keep fighting for a team that wasn't going to win.

I don't know if I can really keep it up.

Suga's been keeping me and the third years strong as a team.

Daichi's been trying to motivate us, he's used to keeping going even when things seem hopeless.

The captain always called on him to make any speeches, he was good at that.

He's almost sure for captain next year.

Who am I kidding he'll be captain next year no doubts.

H-hey, what's that kid's name anyway?

Asahi glanced over to the first years again.

Why is he playing volleyball anyway he's tiny.

"Hey there ponytail dude you gonna keep staring or is there something on my shoulder?"

"What? No! Sorry I uh.."

Asahi apologised sheepishly.

"Jeez I didn't need you to beg for forgiveness! Just wondering! Hey.. You're a second year right?"

"Yeah."

"So aren't you supposed to be greeting us? Y'know that whole 'welcome to the team we're sure you'll do well' bit?"

"Yeah I think you've had enough of that haven't you?"

"Yeeeaaaaaahhh well you only get it any time you enter a new school or club so I wouldn't mind if-"

Asahi raised his eyebrows at the taller one of the two.

The taller one full stop.

"Better question: why do you two want to play volleyball? Especially you."

He looked down at the sparky little first year.

"What you think just coz I'm short I can't play? I went to a powerhouse middle school chump! You know there are lots of short athletes even in volleyball you think I can't play I'll tell you.."

The short kid kept ranting loudly.

"Yeah he does this all the time. In short he went to a power house middle school so, he sort of roped me into coming really. He's pretty strong, good enough endurance, nothing like mine but still.. he's really quick and when he told me about this and showed me some of his moves I decided I needed a club at this school, kinda liked volleyball, Chikara was joining too. So yeah here I am, here we are, ready to TAKE KARASUNO'S OPPONENTS DOWN!!! YEAH!!!"

As he spoke he tapped the shorter one on the head, he took no notice and continued his seemingly endless rant until the taller one pulled his shirt off and swung it around while screaming his support for his team.

These two are nuts aren't they?

"Anyway I've played volleyball for an age and luckily enough the position I play is perfect for vertically challenged people. I don't have to get the ball over that net I just need to keep it up in the air, I protect the ball, I fight from the ground so you can keep fighting in the sky. I'm going to be Karasuno's greatest libero just you wait."

The short kid smiled, a sparkle of determination alight bright behind his eyes.

He didn't glance away, he just stared directly into Asahi's eyes.

He could sense all that determination.

With every ounce of his heart poured into those words.

He could have sworn he felt his cheeks flush a little, he wasn't sure why.

It had to be embarrassment though.

Right?