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.

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?”

What follows is the collapsing of the Games, a train ride back to District 12, and the piece of cloth in Katniss’s hands. They tell her the sun has risen, but she can’t see it past the fog. She is dead. She wishes she was.

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

“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?”

Either way, Hitoka is ready for it.

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.