Like how most things start, it’s all Dustin’s fault.

The Lake of Rage, and its friendly visitors.

Hajime is a man of action. He is also in favor of other people being of action, meaning that while Hanamaki and Matsukawa are so obvious that even Watari is bemoaning how disgustingly cute they’re being, Hajime wants Matsukawa and Hanamaki to be their own men, and to be their own men of action.

Oikawa is not like that.

They’d all gotten mach bikes when they’d started their pokemon adventure, naturally, and sometimes Naruko challenged Onoda to the top of Mt. Chimney, even though he knew he’d lose almost every time.

If Kunimi thinks about it, his chest aches. If Kunimi thinks about it, it’s like being him. Being Kageyama. Being the center of the court, poised and loud, the audiences’ eyes on the players and the players’ eyes on him. Kageyama says things with force, like he expects the spikers to trust him, because they […]

the world turns and the walls scream white

It’s Tobio’s last day of middle school when he finds the crow.

“I didn’t plan on spending my weekend groveling at Kageyama Tobio’s front door,” Kindaichi’s shouting, wriggling in Kunimi’s grasp.

Tobio says, “Er.”

Kunimi turns to him, innocently like he’s not clutching his best friend in a death grip. “Hi, Kageyama-kun,” he says. “Do you have a few minutes to spare?”

“nice toss,” said hinata. “i didn’t know you owned a volleyball, santa. what are you doing?”

Either way, Hitoka is ready for it.