Such inconvenience could come every once and while. The validity of the girl's population took a much lower rate. Sawamura Daichi had the most authentic priority settled on him the beginning of Spring; while it took a prude (he wouldn't dare mention) to figure out the indecencies of men, Daichi would be grateful for a newly discreet way of life –that involved the adhesive cognizance.

Tsukishima called it a father-complex, rather than shrewdly terming it to a 'pedophilic familiarity'. Though, with the presence of a vulgar person (Hinata Shoyo) it wasn't a question how one captain could be over-bearing around their surroundings. Kei, for one, knew it was an eccentric display of interest that she joined the volleyball club despite the incoming sexism she would be receiving. Quoting the possibility that would turn out true if she continued any further.

The second imprudence she dove in was the blunder of taking an exam of a prestigious academy without having the knowledge it mostly composed of three banned things for her likings; one, it mostly composed of men population, which are mentally inappropriate to second that. The last one; would be a surprise. It was not unexpected to find perversity in the midst of men's population, what would be intriguing to ensure chaos came out as the complexity hidden from the labelled groups.

The first group; consisted of obstinate beings. Obnoxious and perpetually besetting, they would be what Hollywood would usually accustom to as the 'Popular Kind of guys' though Kei wanted to add the 'Which are actually gay for each other'. It wasn't her intention to tint the pride its group held, but the more she does keep in touch with the image, the greater she expects something as such to come.

The second; came as the complex people who you wouldn't wished to deal with but hapless for Kei to be with. Of course for Hinata, those were something she wouldn't be able to catch up with. As how dense she was raised to the extent. Daichi was fitted for this group; he could have been a leader in fact. But he had an embellished pretense when it came to covering up for his spry fetishes. One being a fatherly figure. An over protective father rather than a captain.

The last thing Tsukishima did not wish to elaborate was the third group; so she only labeled it as 'The one where guys live for [Insert Sports Here] but are sexually induced with either two or three of their teammates' or Kei would wish to simplify it the way she wants; 'Gay Sports Club Players'. She had no intention for offensive remarks of course, though she admittedly labelled that statement a diatribe.

But to say the least, Daichi had accepted them to his humble share house without the facts given to him. Which ended up tremendously humorous on behalf of Hinata's proclaimed obliviousness, and her own unintended encouragement for the shrimp to further her stupidity.

~*0*~

Living with popularity lingering around your teammates and a shrimp was something that affected Tsukishima's comprehension when it came to romantic gestures and answering the door. For one; she did not know which visitor is for which.

Having only been allocated inside a rather comfortable share house, she had not once familiarized the faces and names of her companions inside. A week wasn't enough to memorize all their names, what more could she achieved from the numerous suitors these guys had? Including the ever so soothing Hinata who was present the whole week without being nervously inclined to attend school.

While, Kei had the better of her slyness to use the girls' menstrual predicament as an excuse to avoid the one week of introducing and club-fishing seniors. Though Yamaguchi had a point when she would still find her introduction least prevented.

"H-hi!" was what the boy said. He was tensed to the core, the embodiment of a high-school drop-out about to tell his parents he had someone pregnant. Kei saw how much he had his eyes fidgeting to peek at her without the intention of running away, "I- unm….I was loo –"

Though she had difficulties dealing with visitors, she knew this was exactly what Hinata the shrimp would befriend; A shy looking boy that needed pity from how much he twitched his legs together. Exactly what Hinata would gladly do if she wasn't too dense.

"Shrimp! Someone's here for you!" She called out in an instance.

Luckily Hinata had the tendency to mop with rags around to slide into, with Tanaka and Nishinoya adhering her, "Oh, Hey Kenm –Omphf!"

The girl had her chest heaving as soon as the rag-ride quelled with the wall's inanimate disapproval of their cacophonic spryness. Something Kei appreciated for the wall to be her most trusted ally.

Kei mused back for the boy with bleached hair, "She'll wake up in a bit, wait patiently…if you can."

She left the chaos in an instance, which the boy was greatly frantic about.

"But I was here for …." Hinata's rather delayed groan of agony interjected," …you…"

It was the start of door grabbing for Tsukishima's hell-for-leather run from disastrous visitors…

-/*/-

"May I help you?"

In Tsukishima's defense (for her unwelcomed greeting), she supposed dinner was not meant for her every time one of her teammates from the volleyball had a fling with someone. God knows how much the spoon's caresses almost came in contact with her tongue –but not without the taste of food Sugawara effortlessly indulged in to blemish.

Hapless again to know this time around it wasn't readable who the person was into; a man with enough tallness to have her envious for the first time. A Russian with the familiarity of Japanese speech lingered around him, and the aura of placid activeness around his full-edged smile. Definitely for Hinata, she guessed.

It didn't take time when he opened his mouth, but Kei had her awareness discreetly covered to stop the conversation between them, "Wimp! Your boyfriend's here!"

"W-wha?!" the tall man had one second to oppose, but his voice was unheard of when she went off, "I was told to see you…"

The dining room composed of many eccentricities, Asahi being mistaken as a neet who had nowhere else to stay but at a nearby academy consisting of a share house. And Nishinoya's unexplained height was enough; Tanaka's mistaken delinquency, Kageyama's perfection towards messing a lot more things than Hinata, Sugawara's infallible mother-henning, and Daichi. Anyone gathered for dinner around the kitchen had needless oddities Tsukishima had to keep up with –or she'd die the instant.

"Boyfriend?" Kageyama, had finally spoken the words venomous for one (Daichi).

"So Hinata's on her rebellious state huh?" Tanaka nudged the girl from her ravenous eating style; he had the smile everyone would prefer to have been unseen to avoid any more misconceptions. Something Kageyama out of all people would be flawlessly good at for many reasons.

"Wait, you have a boyfriend!?" Tanaka whipped his head once more, as patent as his remark has been when Nishinoya out of all of them offered the signal. And everyone, ranging from the seniors to the other lower classmen had the stare of agreement.

"What?" it took a moment for Hinata to actually pick up the pace before turning blemished with red, "W-what! I- I don't ha…have a b…boy..boyfirend!"

"Really?" Kageyama raised a brow, the smile infamous for his tendency to mess up a thing, "But you wavered, Wouldn't it be bad if he was perverted…right Daichi-san?"

Sugawara wasn't one to question Kageyama, but his nonchalance must have been a sly provocation. Something which he should be prepared for when Daichi's father instincts got the better of him.

"N-no! Th-there's no way I would! Tsukkishima you bastard! I don't have a b-boy…boyfriend!"

Kei only waved her arms when she sat beside Yamaguchi, the knowing eyes of mischief on her eyes while endearingly licking the edge of her spoon with the touch of Sugawara's cooking, "Oh, I'm sorry I must be mistaken."

Everyone heaved a sigh.

"He must be that guy I saw Hinata kissing with at the back of his car."

And chaos ensued.

-/*/-

There is nothing worth a thousand but the sight of a debonair person going through the phases of love. The abnormality of this would have been far better off out her concern, but it got the better of Kei's mind. She found the ogling eyes and ridiculous modesty of display Tanaka had upon him.

It wasn't something she paid attention before, but weeks of their rabid ransacking inside her room searching for her underwear garments made it deliberately a propensity she must move out. If there were any other decent share house out there somewhere. Discreetly unaware of, Kei once took time after lunch when Yamaguchi stopped tailing her out of agreement, and she had modicum findings for any other validated houses. Though it ended up pitifully, the data discerned one thing from another; three share houses had enough homosexuality floating around them, and two who purged the homosexuality around them.

Tsukishima didn't know which was which she found more inappropriate. So she gave up instantly after one try. God knows how many traumatic cases she'd be intact to if continuity arouses any further. Tanaka found out about it the next day, threatening her if she dared to cut her hair again that he'd be faltering off more information than needed.

And that was the main reason how her moments of precedence were ruined.

"Just how perfect could that person be…" Tanaka flopped his own abdomen against her cushion, the carpeted floor tinted with his consolidated sulking and admiration, "…It was just like…the scene from a romantic flick –"

"Oh, here we go again." Kei rolled her eyes.

"What was that? I hear someone wanting to get found out…" out of all the nuisance Kei had to participate on fending over, Tanaka-senpai had to be the most, "…Anyways, where was I?"

"The one where you imagined yourself kissing and maybe – fucking Kiyoko Shimizu?"

Tanaka sighed endearingly, "Aahh….Yeah…Hey! You're making me a vulgar person!"

"Yeah right, keep that lump checked every once and a while please senpai."

Tanaka hastily covered his private region with the comforter around, grumbling noisily at her taunting.

It did not come as expected; Hinata she meant. The short infuriating girl came up to them with one of her longest whines yet.

"Volleyball! Volleyball! Volleyball!"

"Oh! I'd like that! Let's play!" Nishinoya, from the other room across them came in instantly, both the two of them grimly wrecking her self-study session. Kei, at this point, might have exploded already. But the cachet of her patience was prudently aware Daichi was on watch of her daily actions. It turned out the term 'boyfriend' did not come as an insult during dinner.

"Come one Tsukishima! Leave those pieces of shit and practice with us –!" Tanaka spoke blusteringly.

"I think she's pissed," they simultaneously said together.

As if a mirage, the three of them went out in an instant Kei glared at them once more before her fortitude had been decimated. The only person she'd ever forgive for this kind of cacophony would be Yamaguchi, and he was unfortunately out somewhere else for volleyball practice.

-/*/-

For one thing Hinata had always had in mind was something anyone wouldn't have expected. Some would be deluded to think she was thinking about love or feminine things. But her whole appearance defied those kinds of examples. Sugawara had once commented on how manly she was out of all them. Something she couldn't attain to react to. Shoyo never did had time for aesthetically compiled things Sugawara did to compensate for what he said about her, but she was unabashed by his statement.

It wasn't unusual for her to be called a tomboy, and for that criticism starting during childhood, she was obviously accustomed to it. She was tenacious when it came to robots over dolls, prominently indulged to balls of sports and action than genres of romance and princes. She was more likely to be flawless when it came to her inner-personality.

Hinata was flat as board, so one wouldn't be blamed if she was mistakenly put to the boy's side than of the girl's. And anything that came into her mind was volleyball with the addition of aromatic foods, and bed. Thus, she had been perpetually irked when Sugawara apologized too much for his own error of calling her a 'he'. Secondly, she had the untamed hair no one could put up with to comb but Hinata herself. Kageyama (unwillingly) once helped, only to be pushed back with his own blunder to force of too much into pulling the strands of hair. So Hinata had no choice but to cut it the same way Tsukishima did to hers before arriving to the Share house, then it grew back a little shaggier but quite pleasantly more appealing.

Though no matter the similarities they did with their courses of actions; Tsukishima had it better. She just can't open her eyes to know how much of assets she had on her. While Hinata, on the other hand, looked very much the embodiment of a creature meant to be a boy. Tsukishima was perfectly shaped, which the blonde hadn't appreciated herself. She was pale and smooth as wanted by many men, while Hinata had been tanned from staying out to play too much. She was beautiful, the perfect face and the perfect lips to kiss, and Hinata's were rough and broken. Even her hair was shamelessly compared to Tsukishima's. The blonde hair above her shoulders now that Tanaka had her convinced to not cut them (which was odd).

And the most Hinata hated like the both genders would; was the tallness she displayed. A height of nearly two meters and absolutely knowledgeable of many things…which is why she was the subject of their discussion,

"She looks like a devil to me," Lev swatted the ball to Nishinoya, "I once knocked at your door and she was really pissed off at that time…it felt like she never wanted to see me again. But our captain kept pestering me about her."

The short boy had the whimpering sympathy, catching the ball with his hands and clasping them tighter, "She's always like that when her happiness is interrupted."

"Really? Is she menstruating everyday then?" Lev caught up the ball and passed it back to Tanaka.

"Ha, you could say that…" he did admit no matter how much grievous Lev's understanding was, Tanaka knew it was literally a metaphor to describe Tsukishima all in all, "Once, when she found me and Nishinoya camping on her ball of underwear –she got really mad she kicked us off the window…I got a really bad knee back then."

"I had a fractured elbow," Nishinoya informed. He caught the ball thrown to him and curtly swatted it to Kenma.

"I think Tsukishima-san was just dense for her own good…"

"Why would you say that?" Hinata queried, she stood short among all of them but Nishinoya, though she wouldn't show her ecstasy, it was blissfully inclined how much taller she would be if Nishinoya held his hair down.

"Our teacher told me to find your safehouse to help her with the unattended lessons she hadn't seen. When I visited her to offer the notes she missed for a week, she almost thought I was going to confess to you and called you out instantly."

"Well, that's Tsukishima for you; she's really a beauty with no sense of socialization." Nishinoya sighed and scoffed, "Man, if only she was like Hinata she'd be more lovable."

"Ha, that four-eyed babe could have the whole men ogling at her if she could just stop being an ass."

"But Tsukishima-san was kind to me once," Lev interrupted, "When I asked if I could get her number, she immediately complied and gave me this weird-looking card."

"Really? Did she answer back?" Tanaka questioned.

"No…But I got to befriend a stranger. It turned out she gave me the wrong one that actually belonged to someone else. And the owner was also attending our campus! I don't why she would be mistaken to give another one's number to me though…"

He side-eyed Nishinoya, "Maybe I shouldn't have asked."

They get to pass the ball every now and then, Hinata being composed on the situation at hand. But there were moments she wanted to defend Tsukishima, though it was hard to when everything they said was proven right. She wanted to abstain from letting them compare her to Tsukishima when there some things they haven't known about her. For one; Tsukishima did take care of Kageyama when he had a fever…by pouring out cold water on him. Also, she helped Sugawara cook once, but she was really mad at Kageyama back then she put something odd on his portion of food.

"But Tsukishima's prettier than I am," Hinata said, she got the boys looking at her for a moment, all of them shrugged and smiled to compliment her truthfully.

"Don't be silly, both of you are beautiful on the same level. Tsukishima's just not as out-going as you are…" Tanaka patted her hair.

"…Which is probably why some preferred to be with you than her. She's really quiet when she wants to be, and all we'd ever seen her with was with Yamaguchi-san from another class." Lev added shrewdly, he wasn't intending to be offensive but Nishinoya took it wrongly as a response. He kicked the tallest among them with a grim satisfaction before smirking himself.

"Tsukki's a little closer with her emotions, she's always nosing secretly about our businesses, but she never does something for her own." Nishinoya followed up, "To be honest, I could have asked her out if she weren't my teammate –but you know how our captain is right?"

Hinata nodded, she was undeniably insecure about many things. But when it came to knowing that there were things even Tsukishima couldn't do, she had the neediness to compete with that knowledge. No matter how she was praised for her spiking, or her unexpected tendencies, she always had the feeling that she was still lacking. Kenma saw through it, and silently watched by the sidelines before speaking himself,

"While Tsukishima-san seemed infallible and perfect, there are more things about her she just doesn't put effort into. I like Hinata-san because she does what she can for things she's lacking at."

Once in a blue moon, she would be treated like a girl, a lady for that statement. She smiled and a creeping blemish of red gave warmth on her cheeks. Perhaps, she did become diffident on many areas, but she still had supports to keep her secure from her envies. Hinata was grateful, but she wondered if Tsukishima had felt this way…and she worried herself over it.

Hinata had these guys for her and many other more people along the way, but Tsukishima only had one person she had let in her own little bubble –Yamaguchi. Hinata had everyone, while Tsukishima had one.

-/*/-

'Cool.' Was what Hinata would think every time she looked up at Tsukishima. Both of them walked together –Hinata's obstinacy to tail her around didn't quell – Tsukishima annoyed for some reason, and the boys that gathered their maundering eyes over them when they walked with differences. Hinata was cheerfully whistling. Tsukishima, on the maddest she had ever been, sent glare upon glare towards everyone around them.

The altering distinction between the two became needless, Tsukishima having been crude with the situation. She briskly paced forth to her own locker, halting once and making Hinata bump unto her slender back when she wasn't aware. Thankfully, Tsukishima was distracted by a bigger perturbing presence in front of her she couldn't care less about Hinata's mistake.

Hinata peered silently to see two men reclining heavily on her locker, the both of them smugly in subtle satisfaction to glimpse at her ardency. If it weren't for their good looks and lean figure, Hinata might have taken them as qualifiers for delinquency and lethal motives. She recognized Kuroo from the Nekoma Volleyball team of the academy, and the other owl-like being she had been a fan of very much; Bokuto.

"Move." Tsukishima paced violently, her proximity with them almost by an inch.

"Hey, hey, hey." Tsukishima forced her locker to open, afflicting changes such as Bokuto losing his composure and attachment from the whole locker itself. Kuroo, was fortunate to avoid that. Once she took the notebooks needed she closed it loudly to have the man cringing inwardly. But he had the austerity to lean his left shoulder and face her straightly on her eye-level.

"It's bad to treat your seniors that way deary," Kuroo folded his arms, snickering to himself to see Bokuto rubbing his back, "Girl you and I have only one difference."

"Really? What is it?"

"You haven't sucked me yet." Kuroo licked his lips, the scarfing bliss on his eyes present enough to make even Hinata scoff at the pick-up line (which she was completely unoffended about).

Tsukishima, was one of those Hinata found cynical about a lot of things. A cool and sharp-tongued person Hinata would have wanted to be and couldn't be. She was immediately astounded when Tsukishima subtly replied with a smug grin,

"I agree with you," her reply got both Kuroo and Bokuto leaning against the locker centering her, "Except, the difference between us this time…is that you've sucked a lot more dicks than I have. Captain Kuroo."

Tsukishima waited for a moment to let Hinata catch up with her along the hallway.

Despite the shrewd sincerity, they ended up silently leaning on the locker.

"Dibs." They said simultaneously.

Kuroo side-eyed Bokuto for a moment, "I was first."

"Damn it." Bokuto despaired.

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