Suga is cleaning out their wardrobe when he finds the collar.

Tsukishima thinks about Yamaguchi a lot.

Because Tooru’s in a pleated skirt and collared shirt with a bow, kind of small on him and showing a sliver of skin. He’s even wearing the black buckled shoes. And long white socks, going up to his knees, accentuating his legs.

Tetsurou’s jaw drops.

Oikawa will drag him to parties and sometimes accidentally pay for his meal. Koushi couldn’t be happier.

“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.

Tobio doesn’t reply, instead strokes down Hinata’s side, cups his ass cheek. “Have you done this before?”

“What? This? No, I thought this was going to be the first time for the both of us.”

“I like fun,” Kageyama said defensively.

“Really? What do you do for fun?”

“Go to art museums,” said Kageyama. “And write poetry, sometimes.”

The truth is, Kenny hasn’t stopped pretending to be Mysterion.