Nannam wouldn’t be out ten hours a day chatting people up and stealing interview spots and looking for opportunities for a job or something better, if it wasn’t to make both of them happier. If it wasn’t to make Nanfah happier.

It’s hard, is the thing. To pretend that he doesn’t want Pat at all, that he doesn’t have him anymore.

Between the island and heaven, there is inevitability.

Bokuto rolls his eyes. “Do you really need to ask?” he says, and behind it Tetsurou can hear we just did keg stands and took a whizz together like kissing him next should make sense.

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.

He can feel the electricity coming off Kageyama, too – they have energy to kill, and only burn out best against each other.

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