Tooru does not have a problem, its name is certainly not Sugawara Koushi, and he is not going to the Karasuno practices just to watch him. Regardless of whatever Iwa-chan says.

“Hey, your game thing is green!” Kuroo grabs at it before Kenma can. “What are you playing? You have someone new at your gate? I don’t see any gate.”

“Stop it,” whines Kenma, pawing at him.

Kuroo keeps it out of his reach. “Oh! That’s the gate. Huh. It doesn’t look like a gate. And—ooh, you StreetPassed Shoyo five times now! ‘I’d like to visit your town’? What does that mean?”

tobio pines (obliviously)

“What the hell,” Kageyama whispered between a rotation. “How do you survive being this short, dumbass? Can you even reach things?”

“Shut up! That’s my body you’re talking about,” Shoyo said defensively.

“And it’s useless! How do you even play volleyball—”

“I’m sorry,” said Shoyo, “but I can’t hear you from up here—”

Hinata Shoyo moves in across the street before Tobio’s third year of elementary school. Inevitably, they become friends.

When Shoyo comes back to the lockers because he’s forgotten his elbow pads, Kageyama’s there too, rustling with something in his bag. Shoyo feels his heart rate spike, consciously aware of every single one of his own movements. The tension lies thick in the room.

Tobio huffs through his teeth. What’s the best way to say, hey, I’m kinda horny, can we sext for the first time?

“You wanna have sex in the club room?”

Shoyo’s ears are burning. “Don’t say it so bluntly like that!”

Kageyama’s warm beside him. Shoyo likes being here.

Shoyo can’t believe it’s happening again, which is the worst thing.