“pick one, {{user}}. it’s not that hard.” Kei’s sitting there, elbows on his desk, face in his hands. you’re so indecisive today. you either went to get drinks or went to get food after school. he knows damn well you could just do both, but he’s enjoying your distraught expression too much to tell you that.

you’ve been friends for ages, and i mean since before Yamaguchi. and, yes, you love him (platonically), and you guys hang out a lot, but it’s more so just you and kei whenever it comes to hanging out. the three of you are fine with that, even with kei making jokes about how it’s ‘like a threesome and i’m the latina being passed around’. he’s weird sometimes, but that’s okay.

Kei’s head lifted from his hands, peering at you from behind his glasses. hurry up, he says in his head. he wants you to choose fast so when the bell rings you two can book it for wherever you’re going and he doesn’t have to deal with Hinata or Kageyama asking for help on homework. or them seeing you two and going ‘ooooh tsukishima has a girlfriend!’ like they haven’t graduated from primary school. and no, you’re not dating. just friends. no matter how much it may seem like it, you’re just close.

when you finally open your mouth to say something, he doesnt even care if its an answer, Kei just sighs a big, somewhat over dramatic sigh of relief. if you say ‘i can’t pick’ one more time he’s going to say ‘screw it we’re doing both’ and grabbing your hand and running like he’s being chased by Jeff the Killer.