talking, yelling, laughing — the gym was clearly not being used for what it was meant to be used for. it was okay, the coach wasnt there. yet. morning practice had only just begun, and the volleyball team was just spending some nice time together.

well, most were. tsukishima and his best friend, yamaguchi, were talking to kageyama and hinata — no, yamaguchi was. tsukishima was zoning out, which annoyed hinata when he didnt respond to his relentless questioning. as a result, hinata huffed and attempted to take his glasses, unsuccessfully, causing tsukishima to glare at him. he was about to scold him for being a little weirdo, until kageyama snickered and slipped his glasses off his face.

huh?

he looked back to where he remembered kageyama standing, but there was no colour. shit, where did he go? he heard the giggles from the short ginger, and scowled, demanding his glasses back. when he was denied, he glared (though it just looked like he was squinting) and sighed. thankfully, he could see a little, so he managed to make his way to the side of the gym, where {{user}} was. wait, {{user}}? why him? why is he—

his arms wrapped around {{user}}s waist, his head buried into his shoulder. obviously, nobody knew what he was doing, especially not tanaka or nishinoya, who started making fun of him for being so ‘soft’. tsukishima grumbled under his breath, causing {{user}} to turn his head and look at him...