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Chapter 44: Chapter 22. Epilogue

Summary:

Echoes of change and love.

Notes:

I sincerely apologize for the wait on this. I never intended for so much time to pass. After I got married time seemed to get away from me as more demands of real life added up. I am so sorry. I hope I make up for some of that now. Thank you again for your patience and support on this. I can't believe we're at the end!

I apologize in advance for any errors in the Interhigh stuff. I read and re-read the manga but a couple of things were just guesswork and my interpretation. Does anyone ever get the feeling it's hard to know when they're voicing things out loud or just thinking in the panels? Just me? Also, during one part of the match, I had to guess who Kenma tosses to as it really is not clear at all (at least to me and my scant knowledge of volleyball).

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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Epilogue


February


Kuroo adjusts the poster on his wall he got from Kaji for his birthday. He surveys his room. The once barren walls are now slowly filling up.

“How does this look?” Tsukki asks from over his shoulder, across the room. He’s balancing a framed photo of his family that they took at his birthday this year against the wall. Kuroo thinks of the last family photo they took a couple of Christmases ago. Things have changed so much. They’re all smiling, even his niece. He’s standing next to his brother. Both of their smiles are genuine. He can’t help but get a warm and fuzzy feeling as he takes it all in. Tsukki is standing next to him in the photo. It’s his whole family.

Kuroo smiles and crosses the room to help his boyfriend adjust the photo so it’s level. They right it together.

“Perfect.” He takes in his boyfriend instead of the photo. He’s wearing a familiar white hoodie. His curls look soft. He looks kissable and at home. His parents have warmed up to Tsukki even more after his birthday get-together and the Spring Interhigh. It probably had to do with Kenma’s “gift” of them all staying together at a hotel.

Tsukki smiles down at him, all warm and familiar. He’s gotten even taller over the past few months. It’s not a lot but Kuroo can still tell. He’s staying the weekend. He visited him in Miyagi a couple of weeks ago after them being together a lot over the holidays. Shorty came with Tsukki again but this time he brought Kageyama. He’s not sure if his best friend explained everything to his parents yet but they’ve all been very occupied. They haven’t had time to talk except to make rough plans for later and for once, Kuroo is glad. He’s happy for his friend and wants him to spend as much time with his special someones as possible but he also wants time alone with his boyfriend too.

And he has more time now. He retired from volleyball. It was one of the hardest things he’s ever done. When he passed the torch to Yamamoto who seemed surprised but touched, it filled Kuroo with overwhelming happiness.

Tsukki loops his arms around Kuroo’s neck, surveying his room. “It looks different than the last time I was here. You have a personality now.”

Kuroo eyes the framed photo of the two of them from the pier on his desk. He has selfies and group shots with his team, family, and Bo and Akaashi that he took at his birthday party. He even framed the art that his niece made him. It’s still not reflective of Kuroo’s personality entirely but it's getting there. No longer is the barren room with nothing personal in it. All the important people surround him now and are with him.

“Yeah. You’re in it too wearing my clothes,” he fingers the hem of the familiar hoodie.

Tsukki chuckles.

They get lost in each other's eyes. He feels secure and safe. Home. Tsukki is his home.

Even though they lost to Karasuno during the Interhigh, nothing has changed between him and Tsukki. It was challenging right after the match but they made it out the other side. Kuroo has always been able to admit defeat and to learn from a loss. It doesn’t mean it was easy though.

Tanaka and Tsukki both didn’t go easy on them. It was harder for Kenma, playing against his two love interests but if it affected how all-out he played, he didn’t show it. The freak quick attack duo too also remained in some kind of focus. Kuroo was honestly surprised at how in form Shorty was.

Spring Interhigh


January


It’s hard at first to see Tsukki on the other side of the net. It’s hard seeing how much he’s improved since the Shiratorizawa match. It brings up a lot of memories. He’s reminded of their two-on-two match in Nekoma. They were able to play against each other then. They should be able to now. Kuroo inhales deeply to settle his rising nerves.

He’s the captain and knows what to do. He knows how to direct his team and be the best at defense. Trying their best to keep the oxygen flowing to the brain aka Kenma.

But Karasuno had some tricks up their sleeve. Kenma knows Shorty and Kageyama. Kuroo does too to an extent and even with Kenma anticipating some things the minus-tempo decoy is rough. Kenma tried his glance feint and although it wasn’t as effective as usual Kuroo still got his cross in. Karasuno has become stronger since October.

Nekoma does their slow creep of points while they assess their opponent. They’re behind but it isn’t irksome to Kuroo. Slow and steady wins the race.

Akiteru and Saeko cheer loudly in the stands for Karasuno. He spies Saeko in her drum outfit. He smothers a smile.

Mika, true to her word, made posters cheering on both Nekoma and Karasuno. Surprisingly, Ken is at her side though seems content to root for his son which he can’t blame him for. His mom and dad are next to the Tsukishimas. His mom is the loudest of all the fans. His sister and Kaji clap enthusiastically. Bo and Akaashi watch on from the sidelines, more anxious about who will win than cheering.

And then he and Tsukki face off at the net. He loves seeing Tsukki with his sports goggles on. His heart starts beating faster from the match and from seeing him.

He teases him about not having his hands out in front of him.

Tsukki remarks that he seems that he’s as casual as always. And he is, on the outside, Tsukki is too but he can tell there's a thread of anxiety going through him.

More snark and sass from Tsukki, probably concerned with Kuroo’s successful points and blocks. Saying he could never dream of winning against someone superior to him. Kuroo’s feathers are ruffled. That is until he sees that they’ve pulled Freckles in for a pinch serve. And that’s changed too. How Tsukki views his teammates.

They agreed to not talk much during the match but since Tsukki drew him in, Kuroo can’t resist.

“Yamaguchi seems like he’s in it to win it on his own though?”

Kuroo smirks before Tsukki’s response.

“Guess you’re right. He’s a man that walks ahead of me.”

It’s the first of many shocks. When Tsukki blocks him and successfully shuts him out, of course, he’s surprised and frustrated but he’s also strangely proud. He taught him that. Yaku’s pissed after telling Kuroo it’s his fault for teaching Tsukki. He fires back at him that it’s Tsukki’s ability. It always has. Kuroo may have given him the jumping board but Tsukki has been doing extra practices with his brother all on his own. He’s been focusing and honing in more. He’s been doing the work.

“How’s volleyball been for you lately?”

He’s not sure why he asks Tsukki this. It’s like his tongue has run away from him seeing his boyfriend like this and being on the court in such an important match. It’s not like they haven’t talked about it though they agreed not to speak much before the match. They didn’t want anything lingering before they stepped onto the court. It must be something in how Tsukki is playing, how excited he got for Yamaguchi and high-fived him. The hunger and fire in his eyes. He’s never seen this energy from him before.

Tsukki smiles. He hasn’t seen him this happy and pumped on the court before.

“Every once in a blue moon, it’s fun.” Something passes between them non-verbally. He swears he sees Tanaka give them a sidelong glance and nod, somehow knowing.

He remembers in the third gym during the training camp when Tsukki admitted he wasn’t having fun playing volleyball. Was that only five months ago?

Their smiles are mirrors of love and respect. They’re pulling out all stops. They won’t hold back just because they’re playing against each other. They want to win but they still love each other.

Another shock: Kenma’s lust for victory and to show Kageyama up as a better setter. His moves are more fluid and quicker than what he’s seen from his best friend before. Is he more driven being around Shorty and Kageyama or is it the rivalry? Maybe something more?

Kuroo can’t help but think of Kenma’s Karasuno’s players' feelings. How will they all handle this match and the outcome? Will they be as forgiving as he and Tsukki?

Kageyama’s tosses to Tsukki seem to have improved too since their last practice match. Tsukki hits it square on and Kuroo is just barely able to get a one-touch on it.

Kuroo’s serve during the next rotation is great but Daichi, who he’s observed as probably the best at receives on their team, is under the ball with ease.

He chuckles at Kageyama and Kenma’s exchange after his best friend moved quickly to get under the ball.

“You move after all.”

“Well, I mean, I am a living being after all.”

He feels the blush from his best friend from across the court even though he can't see it.

Baiting Tsukki and Kageyama into an in-over-net foul was kind of a dirty tactic, one that Kuroo doesn’t or wouldn’t do himself. He gives Kenma a look during the time out. A best friend’s look. A captain’s look. It isn’t how he wants to get points but will let it slide since they haven’t gotten a point like that in quite a while.

“We’ll get ‘em. In our own way. Don’t lose your cool.”

Kenma only nods, eyes gleaming and roaming over the court, sweat dripping off his forehead as he sucks at his water bottle.

Something works in their favor. Kenma’s toss and then hit by Yamamoto goes straight to Kageyama’s run-up path. Karasuno has a communication breakdown. Everyone was prepared to run up to the net but no one did. It’s the first time Kuroo’s ever seen that from the crows. The first set goes to Nekoma. He hears his mother’s practical wail of delight from the stands.

The most surprising thing happens during the court change: Taichi arrives. He’s not sure what compels him to, but when he glances up to the stands he spies him. He does a double take. Their eyes meet. Taichi’s smile is warm and knowing. The feeling that takes over him is something indescribable. He’s never felt it. To feel that kind of support from his family, his whole family including the Tsukishimas looking down at him and cheering is surreal. Taichi waves down at him. Kuroo holds up a hand to him in greeting. He’s never had both of his siblings at one of his matches before. Kuroo’s really glad he came. He feels more fired up. It’s exactly what he needs.

Kenma seems ruffled that he couldn’t shut down the quick attack right off the bat at the top of the second set but he hears him tell Shorty to “stay interesting.”

Karasuno pulls ahead in the second set. Kuroo tries to not let it get to him.

The match isn’t easy but he doesn’t want it to be. He takes in just how tired Karasuno looks. They look as fatigued as he feels. Sweat drips from everywhere, every piece of him, and into every place. His breath comes rapidly and is hot. His jersey sticks to his back. His legs are stiff and achy. They tremble from overuse. His fingers and his arms burn from receiving balls and hits.

During their time out, Kenma makes a comment about there being no infinite stamina. Kuroo already feels it. He’s not at his limit yet but he’s getting there.

Underneath the exhaustion is this energy. It feels palpable. It’s like both teams are energizing the other. Seeing Tsukki on the other side of the net only drives home the feeling. It’s competitiveness but also fondness. Rivalry but respect. He really enjoys playing against teams that push him and are challenging. Karasuno is both.

Unfortunately, but fortunately for Nekoma, Freckles’ pinch serve is received and sent back right away. The tides seem to be turning in their favor.

Kenma is a master strategist and thinks he knows how to mark Hinata to prevent him from using the freak quick attack. He wants to tire him out and frustrate him enough to make mistakes or look for shortcuts. His intensity surprises Kuroo, especially with his care and concern for Shorty. His best friend wants to win this more than anyone. It’s both endearing and a little daunting.

The drive helps them. Motivates them. It’s a tied game.

He’ll learn from Tsukki later that when they were up at the net together that he thought that Kuroo was bigger than him by just the aura he was giving off. He likes to remind Tsukki of that when he tries to use his height to his advantage.

Despite Kenma’s predictions and strategies, Shorty doesn’t give up. Maybe he downplayed Hinata’s tenacity. The middle blocker sees through some of what Kenma was doing. Kageyama serves a particularly high toss. It’s third tempo and Shorty soars. It never really does get old seeing how high the short middle blocker can jump. He may never admit it to Tsukki but it’s a sight to behold. He really loves volleyball.

They swap Nobuyuki for Inuoka to change the momentum. Having him and Lev at the net will surely beef up their defense.

It doesn’t work. Shorty’s techniques have improved and he manages to squeak by some of the tallest on Nekoma at the net. That too is interesting to watch but aggravating when the score is so close. It’s times like this that get his skin prickling with anticipation. They could shut Karasuno out by winning this set. They could do it.

And then Nekomata subs in Tamahiko. Kuroo can practically feel Kenma tense.

It’s a tied game and he can feel everyone’s nerves. He swears he hears his family’s cheers through the raucous crowd and it helps calm him a bit.

Tamahiko’s ceiling serve is intense. It throws Karasuno off balance. The volley becomes long. Somehow their Ace is able to slip past him, Yamamoto, and Inuoka at the net.

It’s a one-point lead. He hears Saeko lead the charge, cheering Karasuno on. It makes him smile despite knowing she’s cheering for the other team. He warns his teammates about Shorty’s back attack.

The one touches go back and forth. Karasuno uses a synchronized attack. The intensity is so palpable he feels it rippling in the air. Nekoma sees their synchronized attack and does one too. He catches the look of brief surprise flicker across Tsukki’s face.

That’s right, my Prince Charming. We’ve been doing these longer than you. Watch us.

Kenma’s serve to Yamamoto is good but Shorty is frustratingly under the ball in a smooth receive. The hit is so powerful it sends the shorter player back but the ball goes soaring to Nekoma’s side of the net. Kuroo is left gaping as the ball rolls away on their side of the net. It’s Karasuno’s set.

Tsukki is at the net watching him, thankfully not smirking too much, looking a little surprised himself.

Kuroo points in the direction of where Shorty was.

“What’s with that thing over there?” he asks Tsukki, brain not firing on all cylinders. They just lost the set to a freak receive. He’s never seen anything like it.

Tsukki blinks at him. “I really can’t tell what you’re saying.”

They eye each other. There’s sweat dripping down Tsukki’s red cheeks, nose, and his neck. His chest is moving fast. They nod at one another as they join their teams. They’ll be time for talking later. They’re tied.

During the time out, Kenma reminds him he wouldn’t have started playing volleyball if he was a party animal. He thinks his best friend means that Kuroo’s serious about the game and winning. His best friend has the look of a general. His “There’s no other way but to just do it” speech gets his teammates fired up. They huddle up. He’s a tumble of emotions. This may be the last time he’s playing with his team like this. He’s going to retire in the spring. He doesn’t want to lose but it’s been one hell of a ride to get to this moment. Karasuno sure is making everything interesting.

“We’ve made it through the toughest of times. Now is the time to reap our rewards!” they collectively jump and toss their towels and water bottles. Kenma doesn’t join them but still looks eager. The joy and determination plastered on his teammates' red faces is something he’ll never forget. They look at each other and then at him. He’s loved leading them. He doesn’t want it to end.

Karasuno must be inspired by their team celebration because they too huddle up and jump in excitement. And then Daichi is pointing at him from across the court. “Your move” the motion seems to say. “Come and get us”. Kuroo mirrors Karasuno’s captain’s position until they’re pointing at each other. Cameras go off. The noise of the crowd seems to swell and reach a fever pitch. He has never wanted a match so badly in his life. The battle of the trash heap is actually happening and the opposing team seems just as pumped.

It seems to be a little bit of a libero face-off at the start of the third set and Yaku only has respect for Nishinoya. Their skills are almost unrivaled the only difference being is that Karasuno’s libero only wants to improve. He finds himself nodding at Nishinoya’s skills. The point Karasuno gets is frustrating but he can admit it’s well deserved. And then he and Tsukki are facing off together against the net again. Kuroo smirks.

Tsukki exhales slowly but smiles. He gets a faraway look in his eye. Somehow Kuroo knows he’s remembering their time in the third gym.

Their stoic faces both dissolve into soft smiles. They’re both remembering the good times. How Kuroo and the others in the third gym got him to think about volleyball differently. How he took the time and care to help Tsukki learn blocking techniques. How their love for each other started on a volleyball court but evolved and grew into so much more. And now. Now they’re here. Competing against each other. Seeing how eager Tsukki looks is the greatest reward. Seeing him utilize the techniques he taught him is also deeply rewarding but frustrating.

The volley continues. His boyfriend’s blocks have gotten better. He’s displeased that the volley goes on for as long as it does. It gets heated. He and Tsukki jump and reach for the ball at the exact same time. He manages to just get it over Tsukki’s long fingers but not without a fight.

He can’t help but playfully scold his boyfriend.

“Tsukki, quit tryin’ so hard, man. Prolonging the volley only makes you more tired, right?”

“Well, Kuroo, if you stopped trying so hard we’d already be finished here wouldn’t we?”

He doesn’t like the formal switch to his last name but he understands why. Being on the court is different. He’s around his teammates, coaches, and loads of onlookers. They’re being scrutinized. They’re in another world.

The pressure seems to mount. He knows his team is all collectively thinking: we need to win this set. This is it.

His team is playing good volleyball but somehow Karasuno is just that much better. They score the first point of the set.

Kageyama’s jump serve is a beast but Yaku is still impressively able to get under it.

He doesn’t want to admit that Karasuno seems to be in almost perfect sync. After another impressive volley where each team gets to show off their skills, the crows get the point. The rotation puts him and Tsukki at the net again.

Seeing Tsukki block them successfully is hard but Kuroo sees his blocks and does one better. He forces Tanaka’s hit to go out. The score is tied.

He catches Tsukki’s gritted teeth before his face smooths out and becomes an impassive mask.

“Tsukki, your sticky-sticky blocks really make people mad, huh?”

His boyfriend stares at him looking puzzled.

Daichi makes a smart alec comment about punching Kuroo if he makes comments. Spoken like a true over protective and good captain.

Things seem to intensify. He can feel it in the crowd’s energy too. He tries not to focus on it but there’s been too much buzz about this match and he’s wanted it for too long.

His serve is received swiftly by Daichi. It shouldn’t get under his skin but it does. The Karasuno captain is too good.

Asahi’s hit goes directly to him. The hit is hard and hurts like hell but he’s exhilarated he’s able to receive it. His grin turns into gritted teeth as the volley continues. Kuroo is able to hit the ball over the net and over Karasuno’s blockers. It sails over Tsukki’s head.

Lev and Tsukki are at the net: the team’s tallest players. Tsukki seems to channel his frustration into strength. Kageyama’s toss to him is perfect. Seeing Tsukki’s perfect form and run up to the ball is eye-catching. It’s almost memorizing how high in the air he is. His hit is true perfection. The ball sails over Lev. He and Yamamoto aren’t able to get to it in time.

Kuroo’s irritation from his position on his stomach on the court looking up at his boyfriend is eased by seeing just how hugely Tsukki is grinning. It’s almost as blinding as the bright overhead lights. It’s a sight to behold. They nod at each other.

“How’s volleyball been for you lately?”

“Every once in a blue moon, it’s fun.”

Don’t you see now, Tsukki, my beloved? It always can be fun. You’ll have two more years of this. You can have a lifetime of this.

He catches the frantic applause from Saeko and Akiteru in the stands.

The game isn’t over. He isn’t giving up.

Kenma attempts a dump during the next rotation. Nishinoya crazily receives it with his foot of all places. Kuroo hisses under his breath. The crowd erupts like it always does when something unexpected happens. It’s always during shutouts, service aces, and insane receives that the noise levels are the loudest.

They sub in Freckles. Yamamoto is under the float serve in no time, bless him. Kuroo’s feeling good about his run-up to the net and his hit. Tsukki still gets a one-touch on it. The crows are playing well. How is this newer and up-and-coming team playing better?

Kageyama’s serve to Tsukki is higher than before. The spike point is higher. They’re drawing it out of him. It seems risky to use it so late in the game but whatever works Kuroo supposes. And it does work. Tsukki jumps and is barely able to touch it. Yaku isn’t able to get under the ball in time. It’s Karasuno’s point.

With every point, they’re getting closer and closer to the end. Kuroo doesn’t want it to end.

He sees the exchange between Kageyama and Tsukki. The setter seems to apologize for such a high toss. Yamaguchi and Tsukki slap hands.

They’re tied again. Karasuno subs in their vice-captain. He seems to bring a different energy to the court. Kuroo hasn’t seen him play as much but he soon discovers he’s a well-rounded player: good at receives and blocks and his serves are nothing to scoff at. They use Sugawara as a diversion during the rotation. Daichi was the true target. It’s a well-deserved point. But Nekoma isn’t out of tricks of their own. They sub in Inuoka again to attempt to make their front line taller.

It soon becomes apparent to Kuroo that it’s personal between Kenma and Shorty. His best friend hasn’t shown this much desire to win before. Maybe it’s because they’re romantically tied now but something seems tangible and heavy between them. He remembers prior conversations he’s overheard between Yamamoto and Kenma discussing Shorty and his best friend assuring him that they’re ‘regular friends’. Nothing seems further from the truth now the way they’re playing. It seems cutthroat and deadly. It seems passionate.

Shorty is still able to get the ball over their blockers. They need to keep changing up the rhythm and their techniques.

Inuoka still proves useful. He’s been getting better and better at his receives and spikes and it shows. The first year pumps his fist when he scores a point.

They try another ceiling serve by Tamahiko. It doesn’t get past Daichi and his insane reaction times and receives. Karasuno is convinced they got the point but Fukunaga is there to receive it then there are gasps and a different kind of commotion from the crowd.

Both Kuroo and Kenma jump for the ball at the same time. They make eye contact. They have a mind meld only best friends can have. They’re eleven years old and playing with their makeshift outdoor net and court. He always wants to play volleyball with his best friend.

Kuroo’s reach is longer and he manages to get the ball over the net but of course, Karasuno’s libero is under it. The volley is long and becomes intense. Shorty is at the net against him, Inuoka, and Yamamoto. Shorty, once again, is able to get the ball over the net but Kenma is there. His attempts to keep the volley going are thwarted though. It’s the crow’s point. It’s 17-19. The noise from the crowd seems to swell.

Kenma collapses on the court. Kuroo is quick to rush over to him.

“Oi, Kenma, are you alright? Did you injure yourself somewhere?”

His best friend is the definition of a sweaty lethargic puddle. His face is red. Sweat rolls off of his small frame everywhere. His hair is plastered to his face.

“This is fun.”

Everyone on the court seems to be at a standstill at the declaration. Kuroo is motionless. He thinks of his boyfriend and his journey to discovering volleyball is enjoyable and something he wants to continue. He’s so glad his best friend found that too. All Kuroo can do is stand with his hands on his hips and laugh. He loves playing with him and he loves this match. He’s never going to forget it.

Karasuno is the first to reach twenty points. Nekomata calls for a time-out.

Kenma, on the bench, makes an analogy about being a hero in a video game on the brink of death but is revived.

Kuroo and Yamamoto can only stare at him in bewilderment but seem to grasp his meaning somehow. Fukunaga seems to pick up on it and rolls with it more.

After the time out, they’re right back in it. Tsukki seems to be in top form though looking a little more tired. His blocks are still well timed. Then the crows do another synchronized attack. They’re able to get a once touch on Asahi’s attack. Kenma is quick to lead the charge to get back on track. Yamamoto is able to slip through their defenses. It’s Nekoma’s point.

Points creep up on both sides. Kuroo can only smirk hugely at his boyfriend when they make it to twenty points. Tsukki’s expression turns sour. The younger man is definitely invested in the match.

It's a two-point game. Nekoma isn’t out of it yet. He won’t let anyone count them out. The crowd is loving it or maybe hates it. It’s hard to tell. Kuroo only knows they’re loud and they’re not going anywhere either.

Follow through and achieve.

Kageyama is able to get a successful dump on them but they get the crows back when Kenma’s direct toss over the net goes to Tsukki who fumbles it. He can practically feel the tension from his boyfriend’s team on that one. It’s never a good feeling when you’re responsible for missing the ball and giving a point away in such a close and important match.

He keeps telling himself there’s still time but one team is going to walk away victorious and the other will not. After all this time and effort getting the rival teams to play against each other in an official match and now it’s almost over. And it is indeed almost over. The scoreboard reads 21-24. Karasuno is in the lead. They only need one more point.

His team knows too. The feeling is palpable. It’s do-or-die time and Kageyama and his powerful jump serve are up. They’re able to stop him but just barely.

Karasuno is hungry but they’re even hungrier. Yaku keeps the ball in play. Lev’s defense is top notch but the crows’ defense has gotten better since their last practice match. Kenma is quick to dive under the ball to keep the volley going. Tanaka’s line shot is intense but Nobuyuki receives it. They aren’t known for their defense for nothing.

The gym has reached a fever pitch but it’s hard to hear it over how loud his blood is pounding in his ears. He’s fired up. He wants to keep playing. Everyone in the gym seems to be holding their breath but also screaming.

He seems to see things in slow motion. Kenma is under the ball and attempts to set it but it slips right off his fingertips and bounces on their side of the court. The ball is covered in sweat. They have effectively lost due to the condition of the ball. He watches the ball bounce pathetically before rolling to a stop.

He sits back suddenly and dramatically, legs in the air. He’s exhausted. He’s drenched in sweat and his eyes are stinging from it. His muscles are burning. He’s aggravated. He wants to keep playing. They lost but not without a fight. Karasuno is just as tired though trying to celebrate the win. They did that. They pushed them to the brink. Nekoma made them that tired.

He’s a jumble of emotions and he’s not sure how he’s going to face his boyfriend and family. The thoughts are wiped away when Kenma loudly proclaims that the match was fun.

“Kuro, thank you for getting me into volleyball,” Kenma is smiling despite looking about to pass out any second.

Something passes between them. He looks down at his friend, still sitting on the court.

His team grows silent. Kuroo is struck speechless again. So many things have thrown him for a complete loop during this match. He’s about to offer his hand to his best friend but he’s in a fog of exhaustion and his best friend is doling out so many compliments.

“Uh, sure,” is all Kuroo can mutter.

They’re all not thinking straight but he gets his team to line up. At least his team is keeping their emotions in check and no one is crying. At least not yet.

For the last time. I’m playing with them for the last time.

They go through the line and shake hands but this isn’t any normal match. This was the long-awaited battle of the trash heap. It’s too formal and he’s owed more after everything he’s done because he won’t play against them again. He feels something heavy tug at his heartstrings but he forces it down.

Not now.

He pulls Daichi into a hug because he has mad respect for him. The feeling seems mutual even with the heated rivalry. The Karasuno captain returns the hug eagerly. Cameras go off. Video continues to roll. The crowd doesn’t seem to have thinned at all. They sound louder.

He ends up hugging a lot of the Karasuno players because even though they lost, he’s hurting, trying not to be down, but he’s also happy. He feels traitorous tears behind his eyes anyway. The other team all receives him warmly.

You’re almost there. Be strong for just a little while longer. Follow through and achieve.

The comradery on the court is enormous. There’s a lot of love being shown around between the two teams.

And then he’s facing Tsukki. Kuroo’s eyes are dangerously stinging from sweat but also tears that threaten to fall. He somehow knows Tsukki knows this. His boyfriend smiles sheepishly, cheeks red, and eyes lowered. He’s exhausted, forehead lined with sweat, and downplaying how happy he is. Kuroo does it for him by beaming through tears that will fall any moment now. They shake hands but he wants more. He pats Tsukki’s arm. His boyfriend is asking him with his eyes if he’s ok. He could hug him too, so he does. When Tsukki wraps his long arms around him and squeezes, a tremor of a cry goes through them. Who is it, he’s not sure.

“Good game,” he whispers, voice breaking.

“Good game,” Tsukki echoes, voice sounding a little hoarse, squeezing him again. He’s hot and sweaty, and his heart is beating fast. Kuroo doesn’t want to let go. He’s never going to play against Tsukki like this ever again. But he has to let go. They have to thank the crowd.

“Tetsurou, I–”

“We’ll talk later. You need to get ready for the next match,” Kuroo pats him on the back gently and then he has to walk away. He’s going to lose it. They didn’t talk about this: what to do when one of them loses and is overwhelmed with emotion. The long-awaited battle of the trash heap is now over. Everything he’s worked hard for is done. One of the huge goals he was looking forward to for so long is complete. But they did it. They played against each other and they came out the other side. He doesn’t feel any differently towards Tsukki because he beat him.

The crowd goes ballistic for Karasuno when they bow to them. The stadium is filled with raucous applause. He spies Saeko, Akiteru, and the Neighborhood Association all clapping enthusiastically with tears in their eyes. His family is right next to the Tsukishimas who are all eyes on Tsukki. It’s hard for Kuroo to focus on them.

Then his team lines up and faces the crowd. His mom, dad, and Yui all wear proud faces as they clap non-stop. His mom, not looking away from him, is trying not to cry. Mika is comforting her but is also looking emotional. His dad nods approvingly at him. Taichi though. He’s smiling hugely. His brother points down at him. He can’t make out what he’s saying but his meaning gets delivered anyway. “That’s my brother.” his look seems to say. “He did it.” Kuroo returns the smile.

He has to push down even more emotion as he bows but it’s building up pretty badly.

He’s tipped over the edge when Nekomata tells them the game was well played and thanks them.

They’ve lost, they’ve lost, they’ve lost.

The floodgates have been opened. He unabashedly cries as he echoes his coach’s thanks. He just hopes his boyfriend doesn’t see him openly weeping. When he looks around to his teammates, they too are crying. There’s something about being able to cry with these people and not be ashamed. They’ve all been through so much together. The exception is Kenma. Of course, he’s not with them or crying.

His best friend is still talking to his Karasuno players. Kuroo is curious and wants an excuse to stop crying so he approaches though keeps some distance. They’re all talking about how they need to play again next year. Kuroo finds himself smiling. It helps. It helps to focus on someone else. It also helps when he throws out a sly remark about how the three of them are going to meet up and play at someone’s house. He secretly hopes they do. They should embrace that they still have time to play against each other, learn from each other, and become stronger.

He aches to go to Tsukki but he can’t. He needs to be with his team. He thinks it’ll be good if they have a little bit of space too. He needs to collect himself and his thoughts. Also, the Fukurodani match is just ending and he wants to catch his other best friend in action. There will be time for hugs and tears later.

Yaku chimes in that he can’t believe it’s over. When Nobuyuki comments he’s grateful he spent the last three years with him and Yaku it nearly sets Kuroo over the edge again. He and his libero have to walk away with their faces in their hands. The two of them end up supporting Yaku who can’t stop crying. He loves them so much.

He’s able to catch the tail end of the Fukurodani match. Bo’s impressive straight has him internally fist-pumping. Fukurodani wins. He’s intensely happy for them. He hugs Bo as he leaves the court.

Karasuno is clustered around too, watching and lingering. He feels rather than sees Tsukki behind him. It’s confirmed when he spies his boyfriend and Akaashi talking.

Kuroo’s slipping further and further into over-tiredness, coming down from the adrenaline high, his mind buzzing. He blinks and Tsukki is closer now, speaking to Kenma.

Daichi materializes next to Kuroo or it could be his slower reflexes. They comment on who Fukurodani is going to play against next. Then Kuroo says he’s going to sleep because he needs to before he watches more or maybe it’s just a figure of speech, a tease, or he’s falling back on old habits. He wants to stay and watch but he needs to shower. He needs to change and eat. He needs rest.

He forces his legs to work and move. Tsukki is already watching him. There’s still an undercurrent of hesitance there which Kuroo gets but also hates. They stop and unabashedly gaze at each other. He hopes that too much is going on around them for anyone to really notice. He also hopes his boyfriend won’t see how red his eyes are but of course he will. He’s too observant.

Tsukki looks like he wants to reach out and approach. His boyfriend mouths: “I love you” instead and it makes things better. He finds himself unfurling a little. Kuroo smiles through some rising emotions, eyes crinkling. He mouths it back. When Kuroo starts walking away, eyes still on him, he swears he sees his boyfriend frown and blink back tears but that must be the trick of the light or the exhaustion creeping in.

After he’s changed and hydrated, his family is waiting for him outside. The absence of the Tsukishimas is felt but he understands why. His mom wraps him up into a huge hug. No one comments when they both are sniffling. His sister is next in line to hug him. Kaji punches his shoulder and gives him a thumbs up, shooting him little smiles. His dad pats his back and shoulder more in understanding than consolatory. He loves him for it. Taichi hangs back but is still smiling like he was in the stands and like he hasn’t stopped. Maybe he hasn’t. Kuroo approaches.

“Good job, Tetsurou. I’ve never seen a match like that. You guys were the winners in my book. The ball being too slick seems like a technicality. They should have swapped it out for you and let you go one more rotation. It only seems fair. You would have won it then. I know you would have.”

Kuroo smiles, hands deep in his pockets. His whole body is thrumming with exhaustion, nerves, and emotion. His eyes burn. His legs and arms are still trembling from overuse. “Never heard of them doing that but maybe in a perfect world. They played good volleyball. They deserved to win. Ball or not.”

Taichi shrugs. “Still seems shitty. You’re the stronger team. You really relit my passion for volleyball again too.”

Kuroo cocks his head. Again. “Oh yeah?”

Taichi smiles, eyebrow raising. “Yeah. You want to teach this old dog some new tricks?”

Kuroo bites his lip, looks down at his shoes, and scuffs the pavement, realizing too late it’s a behavior he’s witnessed his brother doing. Did he pick it up from him?

“Yeah, I think I can pencil you in. I’ll have more free time now.”

His brother looks like he wants to hug him. He’s not sure how he knows this but he lets him. The hug goes on for a while.

“You looked good out there leading your team. Those blocks and hits were insane.”

He thought he was cried out but more traitorous tears have awakened and frustratingly fall. His brother was able to watch the most important match of his life. He didn’t realize how badly he needed it.

“Thank you,” is all Kuroo can blubber out.

He wants to stay and visit with them but he wants to get back to his team. Despite how tired he is, he wants to stay and support Bo and Tsukki and spend more time with his teammates while he can. His family understands. They all make plans to get together after the Interhigh is over. His mom mentions Tsukki quietly and very unlike her. She wants to know if he’ll be joining them.

All eyes are on Kuroo. Yui and Kaji look hesitant and cautious. They can’t possibly know how hard it was to play against your significant other and lose. Knowing this is his last official match with his team. How all his hard work is now over. Does he have anything to show for it?

Tsukki. He has Tsukki to show for it. His student. It’s all on him now.

Kuroo wipes his eyes and smiles.

“Yes, but Karasuno is still playing. If they go on it could take a while. I still want to support my boyfriend.”

His dad nods approvingly. His mom’s amazement softens into a smile.

Taichi approaches. The rest of his family seem to relax like they were holding their breath but seemed surprised at the same time.

“You did well,” Taichi clasps his shoulder, shocking him. “You brought the two teams together. Without you, Tsukishima probably wouldn’t even be playing in there. Do you realize what you did?” he smiles.

Kuroo fidgets in place, eyes lowered. He does but it’s nice being validated too and by his brother of all people.

Taichi squeezes his shoulder. “You did so much and you played excellently. We’re proud of you. I only wish I could have seen you play more.”

Kuroo looks up and meets his eyes. The apology laced in his brother’s eyes reads like a billboard.

“Maybe we can change that.”

They exchange smirks, eyes dangerously wet.

He bids them goodbye and meets up with his team. Everything seems fine until Suguru approaches. Kuroo’s hackles are immediately raised. He throws out a jab about his hair. Fine. Whatever. Not the first nor the last time it’s going to happen. He lets it roll off his back. Then things get a little more personal.

“Welcome to the losing side!” the snake hisses.

Kuroo keeps his face impassive. He’s tried. He’s emotionally drained and he keeps thinking about his boyfriend and how he gets to play more. He wants to see Bo play too.

Suguru seems bound and determined to try to rile them up.

“Were you honestly thinking you would win the whole thing? Surely not.”

His attempts to get a reaction out of Kuroo is weak. He deflects. He assures him that most people wouldn’t be one hundred percent sure of that. He also reiterates that winning isn’t why they play. It only makes the snake angrier.

Suguru clearly isn’t getting what he wants. He flips them off and insults them before making excuses to leave.

Once situated in the stands away from the Tsukishimas, Akiteru, and the others, his vice-captain echoes his comment about how there aren’t many people who believe one hundred percent that they’re the ones to win except Kuroo knows personally there are. Bo and Shorty’s faces float in front of his vision. He smiles. Those two are all about winning. Maybe that says something about why Nekoma lost. He shakes his head. He’ll analyze and go over things with his team and Nekomata later. Right now there’s another match to watch.

His phone is in his pocket but he doesn’t bother taking it out. He and Tsukki agreed to not text or call right after their match. He’s relieved they did. As much as he misses him he needs to wind down and reflect. To unplug and not think about the loss right now.

He comments to Kenma next to him. It’s easier to not think as much and get lost as he watches Fukurodani. He loves watching Akaashi and Bo and their dynamic. Despite their hard work, Fukurodani loses the first set.

Bo completely hams up the crowd and seems to feed off their energy. He needs that attention. Kuroo doesn’t know a lot of players like that with the exception of the Miya twins and maybe Oikawa. Kuroo finds himself invested too. He leans forward in his seat and is enthralled to watch his best friend in all his glory. There’s a reason he’s a notable Ace.

The match grows intense. Both teams are stellar. He feels relieved when Fukurodani wins. He feels immensely happy for his friend.

He feels butterflies and a ripple of anticipation go through him. Karasuno enters the court to play against Kamomedai.

He can admit the blockers on Kamomedai are tough. Tsukki and Shorty have their work cut out for them but if they keep a cool head, not get frustrated, and keep up good teamwork they can do it.

Something loosens in him as he watches the match. He doesn’t feel the sadness and tension like he did before. He feels a thrum of pride go through him. That’s his boyfriend’s team that’s facing off against a strong contender. He’s not one to let things bother him for long. Things only get better after a rotation and Tsukki is at the net. He can’t help but gush and be a supportive boyfriend. He doubts Tsukki will hear him but he feels he needs to vocalize it anyway.

“Get ‘em, Tsukki! It’s a blocking showdown!”

Kenma gives him a look and does a good Tsukki impression about how the blockers are actually spikers.

When he looks back Tsukki is scanning the crowd, eyes on the stands. He’s searching for him. He knows it. Kuroo frantically waves. Tsukki must track the movement or zeros in on the color red. Their eyes meet. Tsukki’s lips tug up and he nods. Kuroo’s heart melts and he winks.

Get em’. Win this. Beat them and keep going on because I couldn’t, my student. My love.

He likes to think and take credit for his mental praise to his boyfriend helped him get an effective block and one-touch but it really is a credit to Tsukki’s skills.

Watching him block Hoshiumi is extremely satisfying and he clenches his fist and grins hugely.

Hoshiumi seems to taunt his boyfriend which gets under Kuroo’s skin but Tsukki remains calm. Kuroo feels another ripple of pride go through him.

The score is tight. Kamomedai pulls ahead with a service ace by Hoshiumi. Karasuno smartly calls a time-out.

“Oooi. Hang in there,” Kuroo comments, maybe to himself or to Tsukki. He remarks, again maybe to himself or Kenma, that Kamomedai will only get worse when they polish off their blocking.

He watches as Kamomedai utilizes their dedicated shift. They don’t mark Tsukki coming from the right though, thinking it would be one of their wing spikers from the left. He grins hugely when he takes in his boyfriend’s form and approach to the net and how he hits the ball though grimaces when he’s shut out.

“Shit,” Kuroo grumbles. That damn dedicated shift.

Kenma shoots him a curious look.

“You’re calmer about this than me.”

Kenma blinks at him. “I want them to win too.”

They share a grin through their unease at all the brutal tactics Kamomedai unleashes.

He witnesses an exchange between Tsukki and Kageyama. His boyfriend tells the setter to “not run away”. Kuroo smirks.

The words, whether they were meant to or not, helps in some way. Kageyama’s next toss to Tsukki and directing up the middle again is successful this time. Kuroo claps enthusiastically.

Points creep up on both sides with Kamomedai still leading. It’s 17-19.

Hoshiumi’s spikes are insane. Kuroo tries to put himself in Tsukki’s position. It would be difficult for him too but of course, he wishes he had the option to try.

Karasuno puts up a good fight but they lose the first set.

There’s a commotion on the opposite side of the gym. Fukurodani has beaten Mujinazaka. His shock quickly becomes pride.

He notices that both Kamomedai and Karasuno have switched up their rotation for the court change and second set. Kuroo finds it curious but he knows Ukai must have a method to his madness.

Things seem to be going pretty well for the crows with their synchronized attack. It gets better when Shorty uses a powerful broadside attack.

Kuroo can only laugh with delight. Shorty really is pretty incredible. He can only imagine what he’ll be like next year and beyond.

Hoshiumi’s block outs and the dedicated shifts start to get to Kuroo and he isn’t even playing. He can’t imagine the frustration that Karasuno is feeling.

The crowd loves it though and with every successful shutout or service ace, the flames seem to get stoked.

But Karasuno is still in it and is hanging on. The first years really shine through. He remembers hoping that Tsukki will connect with his teammates more and it seems like he has. Kageyama really steps up and shines when Asahi dims when he’s blocked for the third time. He remembers Tsukki telling him about their Ace’s confidence and how it can get rattled. But the crows band together and lift their Ace up.

Karasuno is diligent and Asahi doesn’t give up. When their Ace scores the point to bring them into a two-point lead the crowd explodes. He finds himself whooping and hollering right along with them. Kenma, always the one to downplay his emotions, smiles.

Saeko gets her drummers going. It’s chaos in the best way.

It’s tight after that with each team creeping up and going past twenty points. It’s close. Very close.

Kuroo feels it’s hard to watch but also can’t wrench his eyes away.

Tsukki and Kageyama are at the net against Hoshiumi. It’s a good block but his boyfriend does the oddest thing that nearly has him up and out of his chair to see better. Tsukki dodges Hoshiumi instead of blocking him. He watches as the ball sails long and is out. Karasuno has taken the second set.

There’s a momentary pause as the crowd takes in exactly what happened. It only lasts a second before they erupt. It’s deafening.

“My boyfriend did that!” Kuroo howls pointing to him, knowing that no one can hear him save for maybe Kenma who’s wide-eyed and stunned.

Tsukki’s cocky grin is the greatest thing he’s seen all day. When he sees Tsukki doing a peace sign and Akiteru leaning far forward against a barrier he knows the siblings are exchanging them. His cheeks hurt from grinning so much.

Kuroo feels good and confident for Karasuno as they go into the third set. They can win this. The crows have shown how good and adaptable they are.

But there’s this little problem of Hoshiumi and his insane straights. He definitely is going to be an obstacle. He chews on his lips and sends mental fortitude and strength to Tsukki.

The score is close again. No team is giving up an inch until that tricky Hoshiumi strikes again and then Kamomedai pulls ahead two points. A break. Kuroo does a bad job of smothering his frustration. Kenma cuts a look at him.

“There’s still a lot of game to play.” Kuroo’s not sure if he says it to calm or convince himself or what.

Kenma nods and smartly doesn’t reply.

Then their tenseness is personified when they get a block lead bunch on Tsukki. They’re both crossing their arms tightly across their chests and scowling.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Don’t get discouraged, Tsukki.

He sees how tired Tsukki is getting. After the block lead and then his boyfriend receives the ball after a timeout, he’s crouched on the court longer. Kuroo’s worried for a moment he’s injured or maybe pulled something, but thankfully his boyfriend is up but his movements are slower.

Kuroo feels compelled to do something during the next rotation when Tsukki sits next to Ukai to rest. He’s never witnessed that before. Kuroo hopes it helps. He wishes again that Karasuno was a larger team and had more players to rotate in and out but they don’t have that luxury when Tsukki is the tallest on their team.

Kamomedai maintains their lead and doesn’t budge. Kuroo’s in a constant state of gritting his teeth, hands clasped tightly on his knees, leaned forward in his seat, eyes not looking away from the match below him.

Somehow Shorty pulls something out of somewhere and his jumps are even higher. Kuroo doesn’t know how he does it.

He leans back in his seat. Ah, the freak quick attack in all its glory. Shorty also proves to be a strong decoy. Kamomedai may not be able to handle it. And they don’t at first and are duped. Shorty’s tactics work. It’s a tied game. When Kuroo sees Hoshiumi smile he’s shocked but he understands it. Sometimes you have to take a step back from it even the tiniest bit or you’ll get overwhelmed and frustrated.

Kageyama uses Hinata as a weapon against Kamomedai’s blockers and that works too. He can hardly believe it.

Kenma seems uncharacteristically happy. He sees the pride shining in his eyes. He must be feeling the same way about his players the same way he does about Tsukki.

Tsukki is up to serve during the next rotation and Kuroo tracks his stiffer movements. His boyfriend’s energy is depleted but his face is still determined. He clearly is telegraphing he wants to win. Kuroo’s never felt prouder at that moment. He met him during a time in Tsukki’s life when he wasn’t motivated and his will to continue volleyball was at an all-time low. Things have changed significantly since then and he can’t wait for even more changes.

His boyfriend continues to look committed and focused even though he looks exhausted. He’s communicating to his team more. His jumps are solid even though his legs are probably trembling and heavy. Kageyama’s toss to him is perfect. Kuroo grits his teeth when he sees the bunch read block again. Tsukki is intent though and doesn’t hesitate. Kuroo beams when the ball sails through the blockers’ arms but his rejoice is short-lived. Hoshiumi recovers the ball easily. The volley continues. All of Karasuno jumps eagerly for a chance to hit. The toss goes to Shorty who scores. The gym erupts. He and Kenma share toothy grins. Karasuno finally pulls ahead.

Tanaka reaches a hand out to Shorty who still is on the court breathing hard. Kuroo frowns. The short middle blocker isn’t getting up though. Everyone else picks up on it. An unnerving hush befalls the crowd. Both he and Kenma lean forward. He catches the confusion and concern on his best friend’s face.

Karasuno surrounds the middle blocker who attempts to get up but can’t. Kuroo pinches his chin between his fingers, nerves rattled. Hinata isn’t injured. Maybe he’s lightheaded? Karasuno smartly calls a time-out. He catches the bewilderment and concern on the first years’ faces. There’s a lot of talk between Shorty and their coach. Facility advisor? Head coach? Assistant coach? Technically Takeda is their coach but only on paper. Ukai was brought in later. By the way the older man crouches down to Hinata’s level, it’s clear he’s more than just an advisor he’s a mentor too. A friend.

Shorty is subbed out. There are murmurs throughout the crowd. Kuroo chances a look at Kenma. He’s concerned but he’s trying to downplay it. He’s clutching his phone tight like a lifeline. Like it will help.

“He’ll be ok. He’s probably overheated. They’ll give him water and cold towels and he’ll be fine.” In actuality, Kuroo really doesn’t know.

Kenma’s face is blank though as Hinata leaves the court after talking to his teammates. His best friend too gets up. Kuroo feels powerless, his attention divided as he watches the two of them leave.

He wants to call out after his best friend but he lets him go. He knows how excruciating it is to watch someone you care for suffer and feel like there’s nothing you can do.

The timeout is over. Karasuno huddles up and seems focused despite what happened. The Neighborhood Association and Saeko get the crowd going again.

Both teams seem to move like there’s a fire under them. Kuroo can’t wrench his eyes away. The score is continuously tied. He barely registers when Kenma returns, hands in his pockets and a little more color to his cheeks.

“Loaned him my tablet so he can watch.”

Kuroo smiles, only breaking his eyes away briefly from the game to smile slyly at his friend.

“I’m sure he appreciates that. How is he?”

Kenma shrugs, his intent eyes on the match. “Flushed. He’ll be ok though.”

They watch intently as Tsukki sets the ball almost perfectly. He knows his boyfriend is wanting to win even more now for Hinata even if he won’t admit it.

Karasuno utilizes a synchronized attack. During the run-up, Kuroo watches Tsukki intently. His eyes narrow when Tsukki jumps. He’s off. Something’s wrong. The toss to his boyfriend from Kageyama is completely missed. The middle blocker comes down on his leg wrong.

A cramp? Dehydration?

Kuroo tries to hide his tremble of worry by clasping his hands together under his chin.

Just a little bit more, my Prince Charming. I’m sure it’s difficult but there’s not too much more. You can do it.

It’s harder to hide his anxiety when Tsukki is escorted by their manager off the court. Even while injured his boyfriend still yells instructions from over his shoulder to his team. It shocks Kuroo. He’s never witnessed that before. That never would have happened five months ago.

“Fuck,” Kuroo mutters under his breath watching Tsukki on the sidelines, wiping at his haggard face.

He tries to ignore the imploring looks from his best friend.

“They’ll be ok.” Kenma’s voice is almost too low to hear over the deafening crowd. They both keep their eyes trained on the crows. Kuroo nods.

He tries to focus on Freckles being subbed in as a middle blocker to distract himself from the fact that the Karasuno first-year middle blockers are dropping like flies. Pushed beyond their limits. His leg starts bouncing. Kuroo itches to get into the game. To offer assistance or a reassuring word to his boyfriend. To do something. Anything but to just watch it all unfold.

Kamomedai is the first to reach match point.

Somehow this is all worse than playing against Karasuno. At least then he was in control. He’s helpless as he watches now. His boyfriend is grimacing and wincing from the bench. His jaw and eyes are hard.

“C’mon. C’mon. C’mon,” Kuroo whispers under his breath the mantra like it will help.

The drummers are going at top speed. Karasuno high school is cheering so much that they’re going to be hoarse for days. Akiteru is leaning against a barrier, cheering loudly next to a dark hair shorter man that looks vaguely familiar. He spies the Tsukishimas in the crowd and, surprisingly, his family is seated next to them again, cheering and seeming to be as invested as everyone else.

They came back.

Kenma follows his gaze and smiles.

As much as Karasuno is putting in the work and effort, things changed with the shift of Shorty and Tsukki off the court. The rhythm isn’t the same. Their offense isn’t as strong. Holes appear. Daichi’s receives and Asahi’s powerful back-row attacks are still on point as always but it’s not enough. Hoshiumi is still a deadly force to be reckoned with showing no signs of stopping.

It’s the play seen around the world. He’s sure the crows both on and off the court will relive this day countless times. Just like Kuroo will. The powerful hit by Hoshiumi is received by Nishinoya but flies dangerously and wildly in the opposite direction with no control. Tanaka dives but can’t get to the ball.

Everyone watches as the ball hits the Karasuno side of the court and rolls away. The match is over. Kamomedai has won.

Kuroo closes his eyes briefly, trying to absorb it all. They were close. So close.

There is an eruption of noise from the Kamomedai side of the stands. Everyone around him is groaning and muttering but Kuroo’s eyes are fixed on his boyfriend. He catches how Tsukki’s head bows for a few seconds. Sees the head shake and how he clenches his fist on his thigh. His jaw is so tight Kuroo’s worried he’s going to crack a tooth.

He can’t wait to hug him.

When Karasuno lines up and addresses the crowd, Kuroo’s the first to his feet and claps with already stinging and calloused hands. He and Tsukki make eye contact. Kuroo’s trying to control his emotions but it’s hard. He wanted Tsukki to win, not only for him but for himself. Tsukki isn’t smiling when their eyes meet. A range of emotions flash over the younger man’s features but he settles on looking frustrated.

He’s up and out of his seat and moving fast. He catches the look of brief surprise on Kenma’s face before he’s scrambling to keep up with him. Kuroo makes it to the court level and catches up with Bo. They do a brief sideways hug. There are a lot of other players lingering on the sidelines with them.

When the Karasuno third years bow he can’t help but yell out: “You did good.” He knows their pain all too well. This is the last time they all will play together. He and Bo are quick to congratulate and hug Daichi and the rest of the third years when they approach. His heartbeat ratchets up when he catches sight of a tall blond limping slightly in his periphery.

“Excuse me for a second,” he mumbles to Bo and Daichi. Both look smug and knowing as he approaches his boyfriend.

There are people everywhere. Players are constantly walking through. Streams of people are leaving the court. Onlookers are still in the stands. Cameras are going off. Video is being taken. There’s so much noise. It’s chaos. He feels all different teams and coaches eyes on them. They’re in the literal eye of the storm. Part of him really doesn’t care if people see and if they do, how would they interpret it but Tsukki is a first year. He’s told Kuroo he plans on continuing volleyball. Kuroo will be done soon. He’ll play recreationally but he can’t potentially harm his boyfriend’s reputation. They haven’t talked about it extensively but he knows intuitively that he needs to proceed with caution.

It doesn’t prevent him from approaching and smiling despite rising emotion. It doesn’t stop him from taking Tsukki in, eyes roaming all over him for other injuries.

“I’m ok. It’s just a cramp,” Tsukki’s voice is higher pitched and strained. He looks like he’s dangerously on the edge like Kuroo was when he lost to Karasuno. He’s sweating profusely, cheeks red from exertion and the loss. He’s favoring one leg. The younger man doesn’t know what to do with his hands like he wants to reach out. It’s endearing and it makes it all harder.

“You played so well.” Kuroo’s trying to keep his voice down but it’s hard because there’s so much cross-conversation and noise in the echoey stadium that his voice gets drowned out. Tsukki must hear him anyway. He nods.

“I’m so proud of you.”

Tsukki nods again, turning his head and looking away. He catches the tears in his eyes anyway.

“I know you’re beating yourself up. I did too after our match. Just know you played the best I’ve ever seen. You have nothing to prove to anyone. You have that passion and drive now. Use it. I know you’re going to lead your team to many victories and I’m going to be there to root you on and help you in any way that I can.”

Tsukki’s shoulders shake. His head is still turned, tears rolling down his cheeks and fogging up his sports goggles.

Kuroo glances around. No one is watching them openly per se but they are drawing some attention as players and coaches walk past. He spies Takeda and Ukai wrangling in their team. They don’t have much time. He takes a couple of tentative steps toward Tsukki.

“Is this how you felt?” Tsukki asks, voice low and trembling. He wipes at his face subtly.

Kuroo catches his vague meaning.

“Yes but you nearly defeated a powerhouse school. You were a point away. I can’t imagine what kind of awesome feeling that is. Oh, wait! You beat Shiratorizawa so I’m sure it’s like that but intensified. Some of your blocks were even better than that match. When you dodged Hoshiumi–” he pauses to whistle. “It was really good volleyball, baby. I was very impressed. I didn’t even teach you that.”

It gets its desired effect. Tsukki snorts out a laugh. He removes his goggles to wipe at his red face.

“‘Baby’? That’s a new one.”

“How do we feel about it?” Kuroo waggles his eyebrows.

Tsukki smiles genuinely this time and it has his heart fluttering and his stomach flipping. He itches to reach for him so badly that his body is practically humming with it. Even in his flushed, exhausted, and slightly injured state he is still the most beautiful thing Kuroo’s ever seen.

“What was our deal again?” Tsukki inches closer. “You wear my jersey if you lost?”

It’s Kuroo’s turn to bark out a laugh. His cheeks heat up. He scratches at the side of his head. They had not discussed it at length but his imagination runs wild at the thought.

Takeda calls out for Tsukki to join them. They don’t break eye contact, somehow both knowing.

Kuroo smiles up at him. “You need to get going.” He keeps his hands in his pockets to prevent him from doing something stupid like kissing him senseless in the gym in front of everyone. Maybe someday. When they have nothing to lose and Tsukki is here again. They really do have great kisses in gyms.

Tsukki frowns, emotions flashing across his splotchy face. His eyes are full of tears again.

“I love you.” It’s whisper-thin but he’ll be forever attuned to his Tsukki. His future. He feels his own eyes growing wet. Why were they ever worried about playing against each other? Their love runs too deep.

“I love you, Kei.”

“You looked…sad after our match. I hope you’re ok? I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Tsukki rambles quickly, voice tight, blinking back tears, taking a step closer, chest heaving.

Of course, he’s apologizing for winning.

Shimizu approaches quietly. They’re out of time.

“I was for a while but you played better. Don’t be sorry. I’m ok. We’ll talk more later.” He risks it, the need to touch him is too strong. He bridges the small gap and squeezes Tsukki’s hand. To an onlooker, it could be two opposing teams being cordial and friendly after a tournament and shaking hands. He wants to do so much more.

Tsukki’s eyes are large and tearful, full of longing and regret.

“I don’t want to leave you,” he squeezes Kuroo’s hand before Kuroo drops it.

“I know, baby but you have to. Eat lots of meat for me. Rest up. Rebuild your muscles and strength. I hope your leg feels better. Keep me posted on Shorty.”

Shimizu has to practically herd Tsukki away. He keeps looking over his shoulder at Kuroo before he rejoins Yaku and Yamamoto in leaving the stadium.

It becomes a blur after that. Full of heartfelt and also intense moments with his team as they analyze what happened during their match against Karasuno. He tries to stay in the moment but his mind keeps wandering to his boyfriend and how sad he looked to leave. How he apologized for beating them but also the raw determination on his face after they lost to Kamomedai.

He’ll be back. He’ll keep going and I’ll help him.


///


“Hello,” Tsukki squeezes his shoulder and shakes him lightly. “Tetsurou? Still with me?”

Kuroo blinks back to the present, smiling up at his boyfriend. Tsukki cocks his head.

“I know that look. You went somewhere. Where was it this time?”

Kuroo pulls his boyfriend in closer. “Just thinking about the Interhigh.”

Tsukki rolls his eyes. His cheeks heat up though which is his tell. He fidgets in Kuroo’s hold.

They’ve talked about it since but have made a point not to linger on who won and lost. The stronger team won and the ball being too slick was just dumb luck. They’ve agreed it was a once-in-a-lifetime bizarre thing but that’s just how it is. They can’t change anything.

Kuroo did wear Tsukki’s jersey, and only his jersey, just for him when they were allowed some alone time in the following weeks. It helped smooth out any lingering feelings of regret or dissatisfaction. The way Tsukki looked at him was all worth it.

Tsukki sighs fondly. “And what were you thinking about?”

Kuroo smiles. “Just how well my boyfriend played even when exhausted with muscles at the breaking point.”

Tsukki rolls his eyes again. “I had a good teacher and someone that always has my back. You, Akiteru, Saeko, your family, and my family were all rooting for me. I’ve never had that before but I swear it helped. I mean clearly not enough but,” his cheeks bloom scarlet.

Kuroo chuckles. “Then I’ll have to cheer extra loud next time,” he kisses his boyfriend’s warm cheek. He leans in closer and whispers in his ear. “You’ll win next time, Kei. I know you will.”

Tsukki fiddles with his glasses adorably while blushing. He tries to brush Kuroo off as he showers him with compliments and praise. Tsukki has gotten better at accepting those things but still gets a little overwhelmed and shy.

“You and Takeda were the ones that reignited the rivalry. You got us to where we were,” he motions between the two of them. “And us too. You really are amazing, Tetsurou.”

It’s Kuroo’s turn to blush though feels a ripple of pride go through him. He gets a little distracted exploring Tsukki’s mouth.

“Tetsurou? They’re here,” his mom calls up to them.

They regretfully break apart. Kuroo raises his eyebrows at his boyfriend who also looks surprised. “Oh! We were decorating my room and we lost track of time. We need to change!”

Tsukki takes the time to sassily tell him it’s his fault for getting lost in thought and distracting them both.

It’s a mad scramble then as they change into their athletic wear. It becomes silly competitive between them as Tsukki adjusts his sports goggles and elbows Kuroo as they try to walk side by side in the hall, their pace hurried and quickened with every step as they make it to the stairs. They’re both laughing as they try to get in front of each other on the stairs as they race to the bottom.

“Oi! Tsukishima! Took you long enough,” Shorty crows.

Tsukki shrugs a little. The neutral reaction seems to surprise everyone else. Progress Kuroo supposes.

Kenma looks rosy-cheeked but happy as he waits with Kageyama next to him at the foot of the stairs.

They grab their volleyball shoes, bags, and coats and then they’re out in Tokyo’s frigid winter air. He feels it in his lungs as the five of them walk. Hinata doesn’t stop talking. Tsukki takes Kuroo’s hand, love radiating from his eyes. Kuroo suddenly doesn’t feel as cold. Kenma takes Hinata’s hand who takes Kageyama’s, the former’s face flaring red.

It doesn’t feel like a long walk to Nekoma.

He gets deja vu as he unlocks the gym doors and Hinata plows right on through after slipping on his volleyball shoes like a man with a one-track mind and on a mission. The younger man proceeds to whoop and holler in delight. He jumps a few times for added flare. Kuroo and Tsukki share an affectionate head shake.

Kuroo slips on his volleyball shoes when he suddenly feels two familiar and powerful hands on his shoulders.

“Hey, hey, hey!”

He turns and then Bo is lifting him with ease.

“He doesn’t even do that with me,” Akaashi mumbles to Tsukki, consolatory.

“What? Akaashi!” Bo wails.

It makes him and Tsukki chuckle.

The old third gym squad gets wrapped up in catching up while Kenma and his Karasuno players get the net set up. When Hinata pipes in and asks why Tsukki isn’t helping too, Kuroo puts his arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders and waves Shorty off while smiling. Tsukki sniggers and leans into him. He’ll treat the visitors to dinner later right now he’s focused on his friends.

Kuroo senses a theme when he loses track of time until Hinata pipes up loudly asking if they’re going to start soon.

He spies the clock and frowns. A ripple of disappointment runs through him. Tsukki is there, a hand on his shoulder, sensing his mood, lips parting like he wants to say something. Suddenly a figure is in the doorway to the gym, their movements hurried.

Kuroo looks up.

“Sorry!” Taichi yells from the doorway, changing out his shoes. “Traffic was brutal! Got caught up watching a movie with Aoi and Em.”

The brothers share a look.

His sister-in-law is doing a lot better. She’s been getting help. That and medication seem to be working. She’s slowly been able to leave the house. They rallied together as a family and all pitched in and helped with household chores when it became too much for his brother’s family. Yui has dropped off sweets much to Em’s delight. Aoi hugged Yui tightly when she told her she was expecting. His mom is planning a big family get-together next month to celebrate Kuroo’s graduation in March and his acceptance to Tokyo University. He hopes Aoi feels well enough to join them. His family is on the road to becoming whole again.

Kuroo rolls his eyes affectionately. “Of course you did.”

“I also wanted to see my family?” Akiteru is suddenly next to Taichi. They exchange smiles and handshakes. Yamaguchi also pokes his head into the gym. Yachi, in tow, is behind him looking skittish but attempting a smile. The gang has finally all arrived.

“Why are our brothers late? Did they come together?” Tsukki barks out incredulously to no one. Freckles laughs behind his hand.

Kuroo shares a knowing look with Tsukki.

“Don’t even suggest something like that. It’s bad enough our moms are friends.”

Kuroo puts his hands up in mock surrender. “I didn’t say anything!”

“But you thought it.”

It’s true.

He thinks their older brothers have been talking more lately and Kuroo is perfectly fine with that. He may not have been a few months ago but things have certainly changed.

Taichi and Akiteru get to talking and ignore everyone else, making Kuroo clear his throat very loudly. Then they’re chuckling and changing out their shoes.

Kuroo surveys the gym, now full of people he knows and cares for. He never thought in a million years he would be playing a match with this combination of people but he’s here for it.

They don’t have six players for each side but five will have to do. Yachi agrees to keep score.

How to divvy up the players is going to be tricky.

“We have four setters. I think it’s fair if we split them between the two teams. Anyone object?” Kuroo rubs his chin.

His brother and Kageyama exchange looks. He sees the younger man assess him. Size him up. Kuroo knows he’s marking him as a threat. Taichi rubs the back of his head and chuckles nervously under the scrutiny. Kenma and Akaashi look around like nothing phases them per usual.

“I’m pretty rusty. Tetsurou and I have played a little but I still need work. I wouldn’t lump me in with them. I trust the other setters more,” Taichi glances at Kuroo.

He and his brother share a look especially reserved for each other. He once craved what Tsukki and Akiteru have. Now he has it with his own brother. Different but maybe that’s better. Sometimes, Kuroo can barely believe it.

“You can always join our matches,” Akiteru looks bright-eyed and eager. Tsukki does a half-assed job of groaning behind his hand.

Taichi takes the suggestion and runs with it. “You know what? I think I will.” The older siblings exchange grins.

Kuroo puts his hands on his hips. “Do I get to join now since we’re not rivals anymore, Prince Charming?” He loves it when his boyfriend’s face turns red. Shorty and Bo snigger at the nickname. Tsukki fiddles with his goggles.

“If you must,” his boyfriend mumbles, failing to hide a smile and reddened cheeks.

Akiteru nods approvingly, eager for more fresh blood on his team.

“Of course!” Bo bellows, apropos of nothing, making everyone jump. He has his hands on his hips and his head thrown back. “My boyfriend is far superior and I of course need to be on his team!” Akaashi looks around, barely blinking and unmoving.

There’s much eye-rolling and grumbling at that.

He can’t convince Bo to not play with Akaashi but besides them, he tries to divide up the teams as balanced and fairly as possible.

One team is: Kuroo, Kageyama, Taichi, Yamaguchi, and Akiteru.

The other is: Tsukki, Akaashi, Bo, Kenma, and Hinata.

Tsukki shoots Kuroo a look after he learns he’s teamed up with Hinata, grumbling about Kuroo’s team having a height advantage too.

Shorty, on the other hand, is completely jazzed to be playing with Bo, Akaashi, and Kenma. His eyes seem to bug out of his skull.

“Just for this first match,” Kuroo flutters his eyes at his boyfriend.

Tsukki rolls his eyes but shrugs a little. “We’ll still win.”

“That’s what I like to hear!”

He finger waves at Tsukki before he huddles up with his team.

His captain’s instincts take over but everyone seems fine with him leading. He agrees to be a receiver in the first rotation. Akiteru also agrees to be a receiver. Kageyama is setter. Taichi and Yamaguchi will be middle blockers.

They strategize. With the exception of Akiteru and Taichi, the others have intel on the other players.

He gets his usual thrill go through him at the start of any game. This combination of people is really diverse with a wide range of skill sets. They’ve all never played together like this but it’s kind of amazing. Tsukki and Kenma have mentioned, and he witnessed it himself, that Kageyama has changed a lot over the past few months. He’s willing to toss to anyone. He’s more open, communicates more, and is proud to be on his team. He truly is a genius setter and easily adapts to Akiteru, Taichi, and himself. When Yamaguchi is able to get a one-touch, Hinata seems miffed and tries to talk to Kageyama about why he doesn’t toss to him like that.

“It’s not the same with him, dumbass. His point of contact is different. He likes his tosses differently, remember?”

Their team is first to score the first point. Tsukki smirks dangerously at him from across the court.

“Not on my watch” the look seems to say.

Points creep up on both sides. Bo and Akaashi are a little too in sync and powerful. He whispers pointers to his brother and Freckles about how to try to block Bo.

He gets the shock of his life when Kageyama tries to subtly talk to Taichi. He’ll learn later it was to do a setter switch during a rotation where Kageyama is in the back. It somehow works. Taichi sets to Kuroo. It’s not the magical sets he’s experienced from Akaashi in the third gym or from Kenma from their years of playing together but it’s a pretty good set. He hits a straight right through Shorty and Bo’s hands.

He high-fives his brother. Taichi’s eyes are large. He looks out of breath and happy.

“I just set that to you.” He sounds amazed. Kuroo has flashbacks to Shorty holding up his hands and looking at them like he’s never seen them before during their successful set in this very gym during a different practice match. It seems like forever ago now.

“Yeah,” Kuroo claps him on the back. “So do it again.”

Taichi stares at him incredulously before he breaks out into a huge toothy grin. “You got it, captain.”

Bo squints dramatically. “I can barely tell those two apart,” he half-stage whispers to seemingly his whole team or maybe the gym. “I don’t know how Tsukki does it.”

“Maybe you need to see your eye doctor?” Akaashi states matter-of-factly.

“I’m right here?” Tsukki pipes in from behind Bo. “And I can just fine. Thank you.”

It sets Kageyama and Hinata off into giggles. Surprisingly, Kenma snorts out a laugh too. Kuroo shoots his best friend a cool look.

Kenma coughs. “I mean? Is it kind of true, Kuro? You two look very alike. I can tell the difference though.”

“No one says that about me and my little bro,” Akiteru sniffs.

“I don’t think I could handle that,” Kuroo mutters under his breath. Taichi must hear him and finds it hilarious.

There are a lot of laughs, gentle ribbing, and fake trash-talking on the court. It’s something he didn’t think he would want nor need.

Kuroo’s team takes the first set. Bo and Hinata don’t hide their disappointment. Tsukki looks frustrated but he’s been in-between smiling so he knows he’s enjoying himself. Kenma’s cheeks are pink tinged. Kuroo knows it’s because he’s playing with Hinata and Kageyama.

When he and Tsukki face off at the net it’s not quite the same as the Interhigh. The nerves and high-pumping adrenaline aren’t there. The constant vibrations of the court floor aren’t pounding in time with his heart beats. Their full teams and the roar of the crowd are absent. The feelings towards his boyfriend are the same though. He feels an unwavering thread of competitiveness but also comradery. Respect. Joy. Love. It’s different from an official match but they can still play volleyball together. They smile from across the net. To his surprise, Tsukki winks. Kuroo’s never been more in love.

Tsukki’s team takes the second set.

He can’t help but smile when Yamaguchi makes a point to talk to Yachi when they take a short water break between sets. They’re standing close, all flushed cheeks, heads bent towards each other with unabashed smiles. He remembers his promise to the pinch server and Tsukki’s surprise confirmation of the double date. They still have an obligation to Tsukki’s best friend and the Romance Guru Club. Now that things have settled down a little they need to carve out time and help Freckles and Yachi out. Kuroo would be lying if the prospect of a double date didn’t thrill him. Anticipating Tsukki’s reactions only fuels the fire.

Kuroo only has to sweep his eyes over the court to see the reward of the club with his best friend, Shorty, and Kageyama all huddled together and smiling. They may have needed a little push from the RGC but they seem to be doing better. Kuroo and Tsukki will be there to help if needed. He would love to pin down Kenma and Tsukki and plan an impossible triple date with them too. He can’t help but smirk at the idea. When he looks away, Tsukki is already watching him, shaking his head, looking dubious but smiling softly.

Idiots they share with affection non-verbally. Being in love is a crazy thing. They both know firsthand the lengths they went through and the stupid things they did in their journey to get where they are now. They both don’t regret it though. They’d do it again.

A fire seems to be lit under both teams as they prepare for the third set. Yachi announces the start and a ripple of something seems to go through the court.

The ribbing and teasing from the teams are on the back burner as they pour their energy and concentration into winning.

Kuroo’s never seen Kageyama play like this. He talks strategy with and takes Taichi’s suggestions in stride. He listens and smiles more. He takes a back seat and lets Taichi gain more confidence in setting.

He and Akiteru share unbelieving and amused looks after Taichi successfully sets to the older man resulting in a successful point. Kuroo never thought he’d see the day when the King of the Court stands back and lets others shine. This year is shaping up to be one of change just like the last. Not just with Karasuno and himself but for so many others. Tsukki shakes his head but chuckles when he misses a block. Kenma shoots appreciative looks to Shorty when he hits a successful straight and gets through Kuroo and Kageyama’s defenses. Taichi’s serves get better as he takes Kageyama’s advice to heart. Yamaguchi almost gets distracted from looking at Yachi before his successful pinch serve.

The match is tight and seems to go by in a flash. His team is hitting its stride and working together almost seamlessly. Tsukki’s team too seems to be working together well. Akaashi and Bo are fierce. Kenma’s serves never seem to waiver either. Yachi seems more nervous and flustered than usual as Kuroo’s team reaches 14 points first. It’s 14-13. They need to reach 15 and win by two.

His latent captain’s instincts crop up and take over. He claps and calls out encouragements to his teammates regardless if their hits or connections are successful or not. He catches Tsukki’s appreciative looks from across the net. It makes Kuroo’s cheeks heat up. It’s insane after all this time that approval from his boyfriend makes him feel four meters tall. He flashes him a smile. He’s missed this. Leading. Feeding off the vibes and energy from his team. It’s something he’ll need to explore more in the future. Can he see himself being a coach? Will he have time while going to university and fitting in time for Tsukki?

Maybe it’s the added approval from his boyfriend or the rhythm his team has set but something works. Kuroo’s team wins 16-14.

Kuroo laughs hard when Akiteru pulls them all into a sweaty, red-faced, and heaving group hug. Even Kageyama, who seems hesitant at first, lets himself be led and wraps his arms around the backs of his teammates.

When Kuroo glances up, his boyfriend, across the court, is already watching him.

Their positions are flipped. Kuroo was the one entering the gym and Tsukki was on the opposite side and in the corner of the Nekoma gym almost a year ago during the practice match. There were more people in the gym and they were with their teams. The weather was warmer. Heads and hearts were emptier but the symbolism isn’t lost on Kuroo. They gaze at each other from across the gym differently but similar to how they did almost a year ago when they first met. He never imagined he would be playing practice matches with him along with his family let alone being his boyfriend. How did he get so lucky? Will it ever snap in place and feel real?

Tsukki seeks him out first, taking advantage of him being lost in thought, making a beeline for him which surprises Kuroo. His hand is warm and sweaty as Kuroo takes it.

“Good game,” Tsukki hasn’t stopped grinning, his grip firm.

Kuroo squeezes his hand. Tsukki squeezes back.

“Good game,” raw affection dripping from Kuroo’s words.

“Care for a redo?”

It’s like someone else has said it. It certainly can’t be his boyfriend. They’re still holding hands and gazing at each other though his grip isn’t as firm as Kuroo is rapidly losing control. Tsukki is there though. Warm. Solid. And very real. It’s all real. This is his life now.

This is certainly a new year and one of change as well. Kuroo blinks back to reality and regains some of his senses. He chuckles breathing in the familiar scent of sweat, deodorant, the crispness of winter, and something else. Something that has to be change.

Tsukki is still watching him patiently, a little satisfied smile on his lips. He feels the others' eyes on him too but he’s all eyes for his boyfriend. Lost. Encapsulated.

“With you?” Kuroo’s body seems to drift away even though they’re still holding hands from how weightless and elated he feels despite his muscles straining. “Anytime.”

Tsukki smirks as he leans in close to whisper in Kuroo’s ear. “I guess I’m wearing your jersey tonight then?”

Kuroo’s face must be comically flushed as he huffs out a small laugh to hide his nerves. Only Tsukki can get this kind of reaction out of him. He loves it.

They had not talked about the match in detail beforehand per their usual style. Kuroo’s mind furiously tries to catch up so he can form words.

He can only nod which makes Tsukki laugh brightly like he’s the one that won the match and maybe he did. The “punishment” is really a reward for them both anyway. And hey, they have a redo now. A lot can happen.

“Same teams?” Kuroo has finally found his voice.

Tsukki doesn’t hesitate and sounds the definition of eager when he says: “Yes. I want to beat you this time.”

Kuroo is struck speechless by Tsukki’s tenacity. Everyone seems eager to play another match.

They rejoin the others, arms across each other’s backs tightly, smiling hugely, walking back to the warm envelopment of their teammates, friends, and loved ones. They’re no longer strangers looking across each other from the gym but their forever. Constant. Their lives, future, and their families are intertwined. Volleyball and Tsukki: the two things he loves that will never go out. Twin ever-burning flames. How he’s sure, he can’t say but when he stops suddenly and Tsukki feels his hesitation he stops too and reaches back, his hand outstretched.

Kuroo takes his hand and joins their family back on the court.

Notes:

Thank you deeply from the bottom of my heart for taking this first Haikyuu fic journey with me. I had an absolute blast. I have plans to write a future part. I am not sure when I will tackle it but it may be in the coming months.

Thank you so much again. Any comments or feedback is welcome. Can we please get time jump Kuroo and Tsukki in the coming anime?? I can only hope.

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