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The "kawa" Issue - A Seijoh4 Short Story

Rating - Teen and up audiences 💛

Matsukawa Issei stepped into the Volleyball gym of Aoba Johsai High, marking the first day of his high school Volleyball career. The gym was remarkably bigger than what he had back in middle school, but Aoba Johsai was a rather elite school - to put it lightly - so Matsukawa supposed it's normal.

You see, Matsukawa never was one who "lived off of" playing Volleyball, so to speak. He wasn't one of those obsessive people who practically threw themselves around, working themselves beyond their limits, going above and beyond everything to master the sport like nothing else mattered. Don't get him wrong, he loves Volleyball, he plays well, but just for fun. Whether or not he makes it to regulars here, won't bother him much. So he wasn't really nervous about today.

It seemed like, even though a coach wasn't present, or that apparantly half of the team hasn't arrived yet, the guys who were present were already doing some drills; passing, serving and some even practicing quicks and blocking. Matsukawa's eyes sweeped across the gym to land on three other first-years, clad in green tracksuits like him, different from the rest - by the benches. Two were sitting together on the farthest bench, having some sort of an argument. One had chocolate brown near perfect silk-like hair styled into cowlicks - that he probably spends a decent amount of hair products on - that fell across his milky forehead like those models on fashion magazines, while the other, slightly tanner, had spiky jet black short hair and an impressive scowl etched across his face. Matsukawa couldn't make out the words, but it seemed like Spiky was lecturing Cowlicks, who kept pouting and sending jabs back.

The other was a pink-haired guy who was watching the bickering lovebirds with mild interest and, since Matsukawa was doing the same thing, he went to sit beside Pinkie.

"Hey Pinkie." Matsukawa sat and put his bag down. Pinkie whipped around, and a smirk broke across his face. Matsukawa could feel the all too familiar tug at his lips, forming his own smirk in return.

"Hey there Eyebrows," Pinkie wiggled his pink eyebrows, causing Matsukawa to snort. "It's Matsukawa actually."

"Alright, Matsukawa Eyebrows. Nice to meet ya. It's Hanamaki by the way."

"Nice to meet ya too, Hanamaki Pinkie."

They both grinned at each other, eyes shining with matching mirth. Matsukawa was pretty sure he has never met Pinkie before, but the banter came so easily, he could've known the guy forever.

"...kawa I'm telling you-"

Matsukawa started, pretty sure that someone called him, but when he scanned around the gym, no one was looking at him. huh.

"Hey, why so jumpy?" Pinkie grinned. "Though I could totally understand if I triggered your gay awakening," he winked.

Matsukawa chuckled. "Nah, figured that out a long time ago." He shot another searching look around the gym, to no avail. "Just thpught someone called me, must've misheard."

"Ah. I see. Someone was probably talking about getting their eyebrows dyed pink."

"Can't imagine why anyone would." Matsukawa said with a shit-eating grin.

"Why indeed." Pinkie laughed, then gestured at Spiky punching Cowlicks' arm. "What's up with those two anyway? The unresolved sexual tension is driving me mad, and I've only been here for like five minutes."

"Wouldn't be the first time two "bros" had skulls too thick to realize they just wanna jump each other," Matsukawa deadpanned.

"Or maybe they already kissed and they think its just a friendship kiss or something," Pinkie mused.

"Like completely straight bro pals."

"No homo."

"Just bromo."

"Dude."

"Pal."

"My man."

"Gay? Neer heard of it. We just homies."

"And we were roomies. Roomies my ass."

"It's a nice ass," Matsukawa chirped back, causing Pinkie to laugh.

"...sikawa!"

Matsukawa started again. Is he hearing things or did it sound like-

"Oi," Pinkie poked him. "Is that imaginary guy talking about eyebrows again?"

"...kinda."

"Stupidkawa, will you just-"

This time, Pinkie heard it too, because he stilled next to Matsukawa.

"...what the fuck was that?"

"I don't know man, no one's ever insulted me like that before." Matsukawa is someone with an incredible sense of humour, alright. He could always appreciate a good joke, would rather kill time planning a prank that will end him up in jail tahn doing his homework, memorizes more memes than Ed Sheeran has followers on instagram. Still, he had no idea how someone from Aoba Johsai other than Pinkie knew his name and fucking edited it into snappy nicknames that were getting more and more concerning by the second.

"Assikawa!"

Pinkie bursts into laughter, and so does Matsukawa, although still very confused. Assikawa, really? What's next?

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The names got rather creative throughout practice.

Matsukawa also learnt that Pinkie was Hanamaki Takahiro, Spiky was Iwaizumi Hajime, and Cowlicks was Oikawa Tooru.

"Assikawa" "Trashykawa" "Idiotkawa" "Lazykawa" "Crappykawa" "Shittykawa"

Matsukawa never believed in ghosts. Yet, he wondered if the gym was haunted. Everywhere he was, the voice folowed him, insulting him, and he didn't know what to do. If this was supposed to be a prank, the fun was long gone by now. This was... unsettling.

Maybe a vengeful spirit from an earlier generation is plotting their revenge against the Matsukawas. He really shouldn't be surprised, judging by his grandfather's foul mouth.

Or maybe it is an ex from a previous life. Must've been quite the drama, if they were still following him. He wondered if he used to have a humiliation kink in his past life to be called like this. What the fuck. Here he thought he'd never sink that low.

Or, Matsukawa simply was going insane. Huh.

When they were asked to do some serves, Matsukawa went to stand behind the back line, eyes focused on the upper border of the net. Oikawa was beside him, a few steps behind.

Matsukawa did a normal serve, while Oikawa did a jump serve. His own serve landed in the middle of the court. A hard place to dig it up. Matsukawa allowed himself a small smile.

Oikawa's serve was barely in. One inch beyond and it would've been out.

"Right on the line! " Oikawa grinned.

Wait. was that intentional?

Man, this guy was scary.

"Like that was a big deal to you. Everyone knows you could land a serve, Trashykawa."

Matsukawa whipped around to find Iwaizumi crossing his arms from beside the court, wearing an unimpressed look.

So it was Iwaizumi?

Okay. That's it.

"Dude, what's the deal with you?"

Iwaizumi scowled deeper. "What deal?"

"You tell me. You were the one throwing around insults at me all morning. Do I even know you?"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

Wow. Just wow. Matsukawa could feel his patience getting thinner.

"Dude, look. I don't know why you think this prank is still funny, it expired a while ago. You.re actively crossing a line here."

Iwaizumi's face was a mask of confusion and anger. He reminded Matsukawa of an elementary school kid, insisting he did nothing wrong to his parents when the vase he broke was right there. "Excuse me?"

"So you wanna keep going then? Fantastic."

"What the fuck Matsukawa?"

"What's going on, Iwa-chan?" Oikawa appeared behind Iwaizumi, brow furrowed.

"Nothing that concerns you, stupidkawa," Iwaizumi grunted, addressing Oikawa and not him.

A second went by in silence, while realization dawned on Matsukawa. He was at a loss of words, because - really? Really?

Iwaizumi raised his eyebrows, obviously waiting for him to say something. Oikawa kept looking, confused.

Hanamaki is the first to break, rolling on the floor laughing. Matsukawa couldn't help his own chuckle, because - really?

Hanamaki wipes tears from his eyes. "Of course it was Oikawa, not Matsukawa, holy shit," his shoulders shook with laughter.

Iwaizumi was positively fuming now. "Care to share what's so funny," Oikawa quipped, clearly unimpressed.

Matsukawa bit back a snort. "Thought I was the one bein called Shittykawa here, Glad to know I'm not."

"Wha-" Oikawa's high-pitched protest was cut off by an enlightened Iwaizumi, barking out a laugh. "Holy shit, dude, sorry about that."

"Gotta admit, it was pretty funny," Hanamaki grinned.

"Speak for yourself, I thought the gym was haunted for a second there."

Oikawa laughed. "No need to worry. We'll just call you Mattsun! And you," he pointed at Hanamaki, "can be Makki, and Iwa-chan remains Iwa-chan, and I can be the 'kawa' here. Problem solved. No more 'kawa' issue!"

"Geez, didn't know you loved my insults that much," Iwaizumi teased, causing Oikawa to gasp dramatically and protest non-stop, calling Iwaizumi a "foul mouthed brute."

"So, Mattsun."

"So, Makki."

"Guess we could get used to this."

"At least the gym is not haunted anymore."

Makki laughed. "We should pull this prank on a next year's first year. Preferably a jumpy one."

Matsukawa grinned, reminiscing how horrible he felt.

"Count me in."

Fin~

prompt credit : @fangirlism-for-life <3

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"Do you get angry often?"

"I'm always angry."

-Solitaire, Alice Oseman

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Satosugu One-Shot

Rating - T💛

"GOOOOD MOOOORNINGGGG!!!"

A high pitched scream jolts Suguru awake. Really, being woken up by Satoru's screeching is practically routine at this point, but it still startles him every single time. His demons deciding to taint his dreams with Satoru dying, bleeding out and screaming definitely do not help the situation. Still, the screeching means that they were all just bad dreams, nightmares, and nothing more. Satoru is alive. He is alive. They are okay. Fushiguro Toji is dead. He can't come back and kill Satoru. Satoru is okay.

And Satoru is currently stomping into his room, grin too wide and eyes too bright for 7.00 AM in the morning. How is a lazy idiot like Satoru a morning person, Suguru will never understand. He himself is a wake-up-at-11-AM-person, and he's proud of it. Always been.

"SUGURUUUU, WAKE UP!"

And here starts another day of Suguru Geto's life.

Suguru groans and covers his face with his pillow. "Go away." His voice is muffled by the pillow, and he can smell the sweat on it. Ugh. He'll have to strip the beddingd and do laundry this weekend. He sighs.

Satoru grabs his pillow and throws it away. Suguru winces when the pillow hits the windowsill and topples the plastic tin where he keeps his seashell collection -he collected them with Satoru back when they went to Okinawa, and YES, he still keeps them, it might sound cringy but those are precious to him, sue him- and scatters seashells all over the floor, but Satoru doesn't even look back. "CMONNN, GET UP! IT'S 7.30 ALREADY! LET'S GO PISS UTAHIME OFF! I ALREADY STOLE HER HAIR TIES! CMONN SUGURUUUU," He grabs Suguru's leg and pulls him out of the bed. Suguru kicks his hands and goes back to cuddling his other pillow -oh, his amazing bed. His smelly but precious pillow. True, he loves Satoru, but his love for his bed is overriding everything else and he wants to sleep forever and he loves to sleep and why doesn't this fucker of a best friend shut the fuck up and leave him alone he's so sleepy and-

Satoru pulls the blinds, and the sunlight nearly blinds Suguru.

Help me. It's my day-off goddamn it I wanna sleep-

Satoru stands next to the window, his features ethereal, touched by the golden rays just the right way- his white hair fluffy and slightly unkempt, his light skin seems to turn to gold, and his upturned nose- spoiled little shit, Suguru wants to kiss the tip of his nose.

And his proud smile, triumphant at the fact that Suguru got up, he's so cute. Annoying, sure. But he loves how annoying Satoru is. It's pathetic, but he's so weak for this boy, so weak when he bats his snow white lashes, blue, blue eyes, bluer that the clearest sky, shining brighter than anything else God -if they exist- has to offer.

Yes, He's in love with his best friend. Yes, he's having a hard time suppressing it. Yes, he's a pathetic loser. Who cares.

Because he's weak for Satoru, Suguru gets up at 7.30 AM.

The things he does for this boy.

Hi! Ummm... so this is my first ever tumblr post.. this takes place after Gojo killed Toji and before Suguru and him started going on separate missions. hope you like it :)