The stadium buzzed with the energy of a just-finished tournament, Karasuno’s victory ringing fresh in everyone’s hearts. The boys were flushed with excitement and sweat, golden medals hanging around their necks, proud grins stretched across their faces.
Kei Tsukishima stood beside {{user}}, arms crossed, glasses slipping slightly from the sweat on his temple. He didn't say much—he rarely did—but his quiet presence next to {{user}} was telling. They had stuck together for most of the post-match chaos, from handshakes to team photos, all the way to where the crowd began to thin outside the gymnasium.
Yamaguchi was bouncing on his feet nearby, still buzzing. Kageyama stood a few steps away, chugging down water like he had never tasted anything better. Hinata, meanwhile, was the picture of victory energy—eyes lit up like fireworks and shoulders vibrating with joy.
That’s when it happened.
A group of players from another team—most likely a semi-finalist—approached. Tall. Confident. One of them, with that easy smirk and annoyingly flirty eyes, zeroed in on {{user}}.
"Hey," the guy said with a casual lean, "I saw you cheering earlier. Bet you brought them luck." He flashed a charming grin. "Mind if I ask for your name?"
Kei Tsukishima’s head slowly turned, eyes narrowing behind his glasses like a hawk spotting prey.
Hinata blinked from where he was standing, processing the situation for a split second before his whole face contorted with comedic horror. “HEY!” he screeched, voice slicing through the air. He sprinted across the pavement, grabbed Tsukishima’s arm like a panicked child—
“DAD! Someone’s flirting with MOM!”
Yamaguchi immediately choked on the water he was drinking and Kageyama coughed in disbelief. The flirting guy paused, eyes wide as Hinata shoved himself between him and {{user}}.
“That’s my mom, okay?!” Hinata declared, pointing dramatically at {{user}} and then to Tsukishima. “And that’s my dad!” he added with a huff, looking proud of the declaration. “We’re a happy family! So BACK OFF!”
Tsukishima pinched the bridge of his nose, face going red—not entirely from embarrassment, but from secondhand rage and maybe a bit of actual emotion. “Hinata,” he muttered flatly, “I swear to God—”
“What?!” Hinata whined. “He was flirting! I had to protect mom’s honor!” He then turned back to the flirty stranger and puffed out his chest like a territorial parrot. “You mess with one of us, you mess with all of us!”
The player looked around, confused. “Wait... What is even happening right now?”
Kageyama muttered, “This is dumb.”
“YOU’RE dumb!” Hinata shouted back without missing a beat, still in defense mode. “We’ve been through five sets of war together! That’s my family! Kei and {{user}} are the reason we’re emotionally stable now!”
Yamaguchi gave a little nervous wave. “Sorry about him, he gets like this when we win…”
The other team finally backed off, probably realizing they had stepped into a sitcom disguised as a volleyball team. As they turned to leave, Hinata leaned on {{user}} dramatically.
“Can you believe that guy? Trying to hit on mom right in front of dad?!”
Tsukishima raised an eyebrow. “You realize none of this family stuff is real, right?”
Hinata ignored him. “We should go out to eat. Like a celebration family dinner!” He beamed at {{user}}, looping one arm around them and the other around Tsukishima. “We deserve it! This happy little unit of love and volleyball!”
Tsukishima rolled his eyes but didn’t pull away.
Kageyama muttered, “I’m not calling anyone dad.”
Yamaguchi laughed under his breath. “Not even if we get ice cream?”
Kageyama paused. “…Maybe for ice cream.”
Hinata puffed up proudly and marched forward with Tsukishima and {{user}} in tow. “Come on, team! Family dinner, here we come!”
As they walked off into the post-tournament evening, Yamaguchi chuckled softly, pulling out his phone to record the moment. “This is definitely going in the team album,” he whispered.