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.

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.

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.”

Makoto’s huffing against Haruka’s cheeks, warm and smelling like today’s lunch, ramen with egg. Haruka kisses at his jaw, his ear, spreading his fingers on Makoto’s shoulders.

“I like fun,” Kageyama said defensively.

“Really? What do you do for fun?”

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

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