"Does Tsukishima know you are here?" Kunimi asked quietly in between sets. Kenma, who had been looking down at the court with an almost smile, turned his attention to the boy sitting beside him.

"No," he answered, looking somewhere around Kunimi's chin and avoiding eye contact. "I just – wanted to be here."

Kunimi didn't answer but kept his gaze on Kenma thoughtfully. Kuroo laughed loudly, throwing his arm around Kenma's shoulders and hugging him close. Kenma squirmed, trying to get away from his clingy friend. "Look at my little kitten! Growing up so fast!"

"Get off me, Kuro," Kenma muttered, ducking down in his seat to dislodge Kuroo's arms.
There was a round of chuckles from the boy's around him, "How long have you all known each other?" Kindaichi asked.

"I was four when I met Kenma – he was three," Kuroo said, putting a forlorn expression on his face. "He was so cute back then…"

"Kuro-"

"Anyway, we're neighbors. Went to all the same schools, hang out at each other's houses. We're closer than close!" Kuroo exclaimed. Bokuto hooted loudly as Kenma buried his face in his hands. "Bo and I met first year at training camp and became friends. Akaashi joined Bo's team last year and he and Bo became close. Then at the training camp, Bo and I made sure the two of them met because they're both really quiet and shy and smarter than either of us-"

"That's enough, Kuro," Kenma cut in, his face red.

"What about the two of you?" Akaashi questioned politely.

"We met our first year of junior high," Kindaichi answered.

"Ooh, you played with Kageyama!" Bo suddenly said loudly. "I remember someone saying that…"

Kenma glanced up just in time to see Kindaichi and Kunimi's faces close off. It looked as if Kageyama wasn't the only one that wasn't over the drama that happened the year before. Kenma moved his eyes toward Akaashi, seeing the other boy had picked up the same thing he had. Akaashi rose an eyebrow toward Kenma. Kenma nodded in response before both boys turned their attention back toward the court.

"Shiratorizawa doesn't look happy," Kuroo said gleefully.

"I don't think they expected that," Kindaichi agreed quickly, grasping onto the change in subject.

They six watched as the third game began and Shiratorizawa quickly claimed the first point. Kuroo sighed loudly and Bokuto groaned. Then they got the second and Bokuto slowly slid lower in his seat. "The setter want to redeem himself," Akaashi said, his voice low but still able to carry to the other boys. "He's going to do what he can to make up for the last game."

Kenma winced as the ball flew toward Karasuno's libero and knocked him back. Yet another point for Shiratorizawa. "Now Tsukishima isn't the only one annoyed," Kenma muttered, almost flinching from the look on the libero's face.

"Woah, what did Ushijima say to Hinata?" Kuroo said, amusement dripping from his tone. "The kid looks furious."

"Noo! Hinata! Don't let him get to you!" Bokuto wailed dramatically.

"What is he doing?" Kunimi muttered. Kenma looked back toward the court and saw Tsukishima whispering to the third year ace.

"Knowing Tsukki, he figured out some sort of plan," Kuroo said gleefully.

They all watched as Tsukishima and Karasuno's ace jumped to block Ushijima – and Kenma's eyes widened in realization. "Oh," he said, leaning forward slightly.

"It's a good plan," Akaashi agreed.

"Huh?"

They ignored Bukuto and watched as the ball flew in the opening created by Tsukishima and the ace – right to the waiting libero. All cheered as the ball went up and was quickly spiked by the ace.

"Ooh, Tsukki planned that? Scary." Bokuto muttered.

"I suddenly feel thankful he didn't play like this against us," Kindaichi muttered.

"Me too," Kunimi agreed. "Him against Oikawa…" Both boys shuddered, much to the amusement of the other four.

Just a minute later, the tall #5 from Shiratorizawa scored against Tsukishima and Kenma felt his eyebrows raise when he saw the incensed look on the blonde's face. "Tsukishima is almost done with five," Kenma muttered.

"The two have completely different approaches," Kunimi said back, "it will be interesting to see how it will play out. Especially since they both seem to like to get under the others skin."

Kenma felt his lips tug into a smile.

The game continued on, all of the boys moving forward in their chairs. "I can't believe the synchronized attack was blocked!" Bokuto finally wailed.

"Yes!" Kuroo yelled out as Tsukishima scored, tying the two teams.

"Tsukki is getting more and more frustrated," Kuroo said with a frown. "He needs to calm down."

"No," Kenma disagreed. "The more frustrated he gets, the more he's going to think of a way to get around them. Tsukishima isn't usually competitive, but the fact that Shiratorizawa is blocking them at every turn – he's going to do whatever he can to win."

"What is Hinata doing?" Akaashi asked just a moment later, moving forward with his eyes wide.

"He looks like he's going to spike it…"Kuroo trailed off in confusion.

Kunimi sait forward in interest, "Height. He gets more height when he runs."

"He's going to wear himself out doing that," Kindaichi commented as Hinata blocked the spike.

"GO HINATA!" Bokuto yelled.

"It's a good plan," Akaashi said, "but he won't be able to do it all the time. Especially on fast attacks."

Kuroo and Bokuto laughed loudly as Hinata slammed into the other blockers a moment later. "It's a work in progress," Kuroo smirked.

Kindaichi suddenly sat up straight, turning around in his chair. "Iwaizumi-sempai?!"

Kunimi moved just as quickly as his friend, turning and staring with wide eyes. The other four boys turned with interest, only to see a boy with spiky black hair sitting two rows behind them. Another boy, nicely dressed wearing dark framed glasses, had his mouth open in shock. "Oikawa-sempai," Kunimi choked out.

The two in question quickly climbed over the seats, sitting down behind Kenma and Kuroo. "What are you two doing here?" The one with glasses asked with a frown.

"We – uh-"

"Who are you?" Kuroo asked bluntly, his eyes narrowing. Kenma winced.

"Oikawa Tooru, captain of Aobajosai volleyball team," glasses responded with a glare. "You are?"

"Kuroo Tetsuro, caption of Nekoma volleyball team," Kuroo responded, obviously mimicking Oikawa.

"Oh, I'm Bokuto Koutarou! Captain of Fukurodani!" Bokuto exclaimed, not really catching the hostility. "You're the one Hinata calls the High King, right? How cool is that? I want a name too!"

Akaashi, who had obviously had enough, held up a hand to stop Bokuto's chatter. "Akaashi Keiji. Second year from Fukurodani. I play setter."

"Iwaizumi Hajime, wing spiker. Aobajosai."

Kenma watched in horror as every eye turned to him. He quickly looked down, desperately wishing Kuroo hadn't taken his DS. "Kozume Kenma, setter for Nekoma," he finally muttered.

"Nekoma and Fukurodani are in Tokyo, right? What brings you here?" Iwaizumi asked, his eyes narrowed as he looked at his two underclassmen.

"Kenma is Kunimi's soulmate," Kindaichi blurted out, louder than necessary.

The two sitting behind them looked slightly startled at that. "Uh…congratulations?" Iwaizumi asked. "How did you two...?"

"Kenma-san met Tsukishima-san at our training camp this year and the two realized they were markmates," Akaashi explained. Kenma sent the other boy a grateful glance. "Tsukishima-san also realized after your game," Oikawa and Iwaizumi both flinched, "that Kunimi-san their third markmate. We decided to come support Tsukishima-san."

Oikawa's eyes had grown wide. "Tsukishima? That Tsukishima?! Glasses?!" He asked, dramatically pointing toward the court. "Sleepy-chan! How could you?!"

Kunimi rolled his eyes and turned back around in his seat, causing Oikawa to squawk in protest.

"Hey! Nothing is wrong with Tsukishima!" Kuroo growled out, his cat eyes narrowed in annoyance.

"Glasses-chan doesn't even care about volleyball!" Oikawa snapped back, "All he does is annoy everyone around him!"

"Sounds like you two have something in common then!"

"What did you-"

Loud cheering cut him off and every eye snapped back toward the court. "What happened?" Bokuto asked loudly. "I didn't see!"

"None of us did, Bokuto-san. Please calm down."

"But Akaaaashi!"

Akaashi doesn't respond and every boy watched the game, arguments forgotten for the moment. Kenma felt Kunimi shift closer toward him and he fought not to move away when the other boy whispered, "Sorry. I didn't know they would be here. Oikawa-sempai can be difficult…"

"So can Kuro," Kenma muttered back, making sure his best friend wasn't listening. "Sorry."

Kunimi gave a small smile before leaning away once again. Kenma let out a small sigh. This was certainly different than he had been expecting.

"Tsukki! Don't lose to Hinata!" They heard a voice yell from the sidelines. Kuroo burst out laughing as Tsukishima turned to glare, a dark look on his face.

"Well, that will get him going," Akaashi commented in amusement.

Kenma nodded in agreement, feeling slightly bad for Yamaguchi. There was no possible way Tsukishima was going to let that one go.

"That kid is really annoying," Oikawa muttered a moment later as Yamaguchi was placed in the game. Kindaichi and Kunimi both nodded in agreement.

"YES!" Kuroo and Bokuto yelled, jumping to their Tsukishima scored. Kenma also stood, a smile sliding onto his face as he saw the reactions of both teams. It really was a great hit.

"I had practiced that with him at the training camp," Akaashi commented as the three took their seats. "I didn't know he had worked on it with Kageyama as well."

"Oh, Tobio-chan doesn't need to work on things like that," Oikawa commented, his voice betraying no emotion. "I'm sure glasses-kun just told him what to do and he did it-"

"Oikawa-"

"Anyway, why were you practicing with glasses-kun? Arent you on different teams?"

"We all practiced together at the training camp," Kuroo snapped.

"Ooh! Nice one, Tsukki!" Bokuto yelled. Kenma smiled at the save Tsukishima just pulled off. It was more luck than anything.

Kenma tuned out the arguing between Kuroo and Oikawa. Honestly, the two had just met, how could they have something to argue about already?

"Did he just hit that with his left hand?" Oikawa suddenly asked, cutting off from the argument. Kenma nodded his head, not sure if the older boy was even looking at him.

"He – yeah, he did," it was Iwaizumi that answered. There was silence for a moment before Oikawa finally responded.

"Huh."

"Huh? All you can say is huh?!" Bokuto exclaimed, jumping to his feet. "That's my boy!"

"Bokuto-san, please sit down…"

"This is it," Kuroo said, sitting forward. "If they win this…"

He broke off as they all stared at the court. "Is that…Sugawara-san?" Akaashi asked hesitantly, squinting his eyes as if he was trying to comprehend what he was seeing.

"Eh? Tobio-chan isn't starting?" Oikawa questioned loudly.

"Now I'm nervous," Kuroo muttered. Kenma nodded.

"Kageyama was getting pretty exhausted," Iwaizumi commented. "They're probably going to let him rest and put him back in when they need him the most."

"That's only if they can make it that far," Oikawa responded. "This might be a bit much for Refreshing-kun, don't you think?"

"Oi!" Kuroo snapped, turning to glare at Oikawa once again.

"Am I wrong?"

"They got the first point!" Bokuto yelled out – only to groan a moment later when the score was tied.

"That toss was low," Oikawa muttered. Kenma winced but nodded in agreement. The entire game felt different now that Sugawara was in. He wasn't sure yet if it was a good or bad different.

As much as he hated to admit it, Oikawa might be right.

Kenma felt his hands tighten when Sugawara had to receive the ball only a moment later. That meant…

He blinked in surprise when he saw the libero jump. Was he…

"From a libero setting…to a synchronized attack with everyone other than the libero?" Iwaizumi asked in shock.

"Wow," Kunimi commented a moment later when Sugawara spiked the ball over the net.

"YES!" Bokuto screamed.

"I think we need to rethink some things before our next game against Karasuno…" Kuroo muttered.

"The only way youre playing Karasuno is if you go to Nationals," Bokuto said, a wide grin on his face. "But to do that…"

"Are you challenging me, bro?"

"Our game is tomorrow," Akaashi cut in. "I don't see how this is a surprise. And, Bokuto-san, even if one of our teams loses tomorrow, there is still a chance we can both go to Nationals."

"Akaashi-"

"Kenma-san, please tell Kuroo-san to keep his manipulations on the court. I do not appreciate him trying to star before the game."

"Ouch," Kuroo muttered.

Kenma hid a smile behind his hand. "Hmm, I don't see the problem with Kuro using his talents outside of the court. If Bokuto is that easy to manipulate, it seems to be your problem more than mine."

Kuroo's mouth dropped open in shock before he let out a loud laugh. Bokuto frowned in confusion and turned to Akaashi, only to see him glaring toward Kenma. "Scary…" Bokuto whimpered.

"I suddenly want to go see Tokyo's game's tomorrow," Oikawa said brightly. "I think a game between Pudding-chan and Pretty-chan would be fun!"

"Pretty-chan?" Akaashi muttered with a scowl, causing Kuroo to laugh even harder.

"Bro, what's going on? Why is Akaashi angry?" Bokuto whispered loudly.

"Bokuto…you're one of the top five aces, correct?" Oikawa suddenly asked.

Bokuto puffed out his chest. "That's me!"

"Hmm," was Oikawa's comment, making Bokuto wilt in confusion once more.

"Too bad he didn't make it into the top three," Kuroo snarked.

"Pain in the ass Kuroo-san," Akaashi muttered as Bokuto let out a loud wail. Kenma rolled his eyes and turned back toward the court. He let out a deep sigh and sank into his chair. Being around Kuroo and Bokuto all day was tiring enough. Adding in Oikawa was pushing it. He had already wasted enough of his energy worrying about the possibility of meeting Kunimi – he wasn't sure how much longer he was going to last.

"Okay?" Kunimi asked quietly.

Kenma began to nod but stopped halfway. He shouldn't lie, right? They were trying to get to know each other after all. "Tired. Too many people."

Kunimi nodded in understanding. "It's a little much for me, too. But I don't have an hour train ride ahead of me."

Kenma almost groaned at the thought. He had forgotten about that.

"We probably should have told Tsukishima we were coming," Kuroo said, making Kenma jump slightly. Kuroo shot him an apologetic glance. "He might have let us stay with him instead of us trying to get home. Or Hinata – you've visited him a few times."

Kenma winced. Yeah, he had stayed with Hinata a couple of times the past few months…and it always ended with him being more exhausted than when he arrived. The last time, which was after he and Tsukishima had realized they were soulmates, Tsukishima had laughed at him for days after he left. Apparently, he skipped out on most of the first year bonding nights because of Hinata's endless energy.

"They turned it around," Akaashi suddenly said, a frown on his face. Kenma turned his attention back to the game, feeling slightly guilty for not watching. He looked just in time to see Tsukishima get a one-touch. He smiled as he saw the irritation on the other team's face and the amusement on Tsukishima's.

Kunimi chuckled, "Well, he looks like he's enjoying himself."

Kuroo whistled as Tsukishima blocked one ball after another. "Well, he's certainly on his game."

They all watched as Tsukishma moved to block Ushijima and the ball moved to the side. "Out!" Kuroo laughed.

"No, look," Oikawa said, pointing to where it was being overruled.

"AW! COME ON!"

But Kenma wasn't paying attention to the point. His eyes were fixed firmly on Tsukishma, who was holding his hand in pain. "Kei…" he muttered, standing instantly. Kunimi moved as well, a frown on his face. They watched as Karasuno's coach moved toward Tsukishima and Tsukishima moved to show his hand. Even from where they were, Kenma could see the blood. Without thinking, he moved to grip Kunimi's arm.

"Shit," Kuroo cursed. "It must have happened when he blocked Ushijima…"

"NO! TSUKKI!"

"He got hurt?" Iwaizumi muttered. "Glasses leaving this late in the game is going to hurt a lot."

"I think he's being taken to the infirmary," Akaashi muttered, shooting a glance Kenma's way.

Kenma moved without thinking, pushing his way past Kindaichi and pulling Kunimi behind him. Kuroo called something after him, but Kenma didn't respond, moving out of the stands. "Infirmary?" He questioned.

"This way," Kunimi answered, pulling his sleeve from Kenma's grip and taking lead.

Kenma's hand clenched without something to hold onto but Kunimi quickly took his hand and pulled him along. Kema barely noticed the blond manager from Karasuno in front of them with a tall, blonde man. "Kei!" The man called.

Kenma blinked and focused. Who was that?

"What are you doing here, Nii-chan?"

Kenma blinked. Ah, right. His brother.

"I came here to see my younger brother fight, of course!" The other man said. "Though it looks like you aren't going to die from that."

Kei was turned away from Kenma and Kunimi when he responded, "Die? What do you mean die? Even if I'm alive, I'm being pretty useless when it matters most."

Kenma frowned at the words, ready to alert Tsukishima to his presence and tell him he was being stupid, but he didn't get a chance before Tsukishima continued. "Though, after five sets, I'm pretty tired, so its sort of nice to be able to rest. Even though my hand hurts." He began to walk and Kenma narrowed his eyes as he watched his shoulders hunch.

"'My classmates will win even if I leave them alone!' That's what you have to think!" The brother said to Tsukishima's retreating back.

"Don't worry," the dark haired manager suddenly cut in. "You wont have to worry about going back just to see them lose."

"She's right," Kenma said, just loud enough to be heard. Tsukishima whirled around in shock, his eyes instantly locking onto Kenma and Kunimi. From the corner of his eye, Kenma saw the brother look between them in confusion. "After that, there is no way Karasuno will lose."

"Annoyingly enough," Kunimi added, earning himself an eyeroll from Kenma.

"W-what are you two…" Tsukishima stuttered.

Kenma moved forward, pulling Kunimi with him. He peered at Tsukishima's hand and winced. He just knew trying to stop those spikes would do damage. "Let me see," he muttered, reaching out slowly. Tsukishima didn't pull away as Kenma and Kunimi each took a step closer, brows furrowed.

"Uh, Kei?"

Right. The brother.

Kenma blushed slightly, taking a step back so he was half hidden between Kunimi and Tsukishima. He heard the blond snort a laugh before he started to speak. "Nii-chan, these are Kozume Kenma and Kunimi Akira. My soulmates. Who I didn't know were here," he said, turning to them with raised eyebrows.

Kenma stared back defiantly. This was the first time the two had seen each other from training camp, but the constant messages had gone a long way to making him feel comfortable around the blonde. "I wanted to see you play. I spoke to Kunimi last night about joining me."

Tsukishima blinked at the other boy, "I didn't think you would want to be here after…"

Kunimi shrugged. "I can't say I'm not upset about losing. But that doesn't mean I can't be here to support you."

They all turned as a loud gasp echoed throughout the hall. The blonde manager had her hand over he mouth and her face was bright red. "So-sorry! I just realized…" she took a deep breath and looked at Kunimi. "You play for Aobajosai, right?"

Kunimi nodded slowly and Kenma watched as the brother frowned. "That must have been awkward…Kei, why didn't you tell us you met your soulmates?!"

Sighing, Tsukishima replied, "Kenma and I met at training camp this year. We've been messaging, but he lives in Tokyo so we don't see each other often. Kunimi and I just met after the game."

The blonde manager squeaked again but this time she was ignored. "You need to go to the infirmary," Kenma cut in quietly, looking at Tsukishima's hand in revulsion. He never did well around blood.

The group slowly made their way to the infirmary, Tsukishima glancing over at Kenma and Kunimi every so often like he couldn't believe they were there. "Kenma, did you come here alone? You hate crowds. And trains."

Kenma looked away, knowing Tsukishima wouldn't like his next sentence, "No. People came with me."

As he thought, Tsukishima stopped wakling, turning wide eyes toward him. "Please don't tell me…"

"Kuro, Bokuto, and Akaashi are with me," Kenma said, avoiding those golden eyes.

"No…"

"And while we were in the stands, we met Oikawa and Iwaizumi," Kenma continued. "I can't tell if Oikawa and Kuroo hate each other of if they just enjoy riling each other up."

"Kuroo met Oikawa?!" Tsukishima said loudly, making his brother stare at him in shock. Tsukishima quickly schooled his features, once again returning to a blank mask, but the damage had been done.

"See? I'm not the only one that finds it terrifying," Kunimi muttered.

"We should really go to the infirmary," the dark haired manager said softly, though the reprimand was clear.

Tsukishima began to walk quickly and Kenma struggled to keep up with the tall blonde. "I'm Tsukishima Akiteru, by the way."

"Nice to meet you," Kunimi said, bowing slightly. He nudged Kenma a second later. Kenma nodded his head quickly and avoided the other Tsukishima's gaze.

"You could have joined us in the stands if I had known you were here," the older Tsukishima continued.

"No," Tsukishima said loudly, turning on his heel and glaring at his brother. "Under no circumstances are you to meet Kuroo or Bokuto. Or Akaashi. No."

The older Tsukishima blinked in surprise before looking toward Kenma for an answer. Kenma avoided his gaze. "Uh, at the training camp Bokuto and Kuroo kind of pulled Tsukishima in and decided they were going to…mentor him? They can be a bit…much."

"Understatement," Tsukishima called back.

The visit to the infirmary went fairly quickly once they made it there. Tsukishima had dislocated his pinky, but they got the bleeding stopped and he was free to return to the game once it had been bandaged. Kenma let out a deep sigh at the news. He knew the blonde would have taken it hard if he hadn't been able to rejoin the game, whether Karasuno had won or lost.

Kenma and Kunimi hurried up to their seats in the stands as Tsukishima ran onto the court. Their friends were oddly quiet, staring down at the players in consentration. "Kenma!" Kuroo said loudly when he noticed his friend moving toward his seat. "How's Tsukki? Is he going back in?"

"Karasuno needs Glasses-kun to win," Oikawa said, strangely serious. He fixed his eyes on his first year. "Where is he?"

Kenma nodded to the court and Kuroo whooped as they saw Tsukishima jog toward the coach. "YES!" Bokuto yelled.

Kenma glanced at the score quickly. One more point and Karasuno would lose. "They sure don't look happy to see him," Kunimi whispered with a smirk on his face. Kenma followed his gaze toward Shiratorizawa. He felt his lips twitch. No, no they certainly did not look happy to see Tsukishima returning.

Kenma felt his hands tighten into fists as Shiratorizawa served. If they scored this point, the game was over and Tsukishima wouldn't be able to play…he blinked in surprise as he felt a warm hand pry his own open before wrapping around his. He glanced up at Kunimi with a small smile and turned his eyes back toward the game just in time to see Karasuno score and Tsukishima return. He noticed with interest that Kageyama was also back in the game and felt a smirk come over his face.

Kenma tightened his hand around Kunimi's as Ushijima spiked the ball and Tsukishima moved to block it. The ball slammed into Tsukishima's injured hand. "Shit," Kumini said, his own hand tightening.

"They managed to stop it again," Iwaizumi said in surprise.

"What happened to Gasses-kun?" Oikawa chimed in. "At the first practice match, I though he was just a tall guy that was slightly intelligent-"

Kenma felt a frown overcome his face at those words. Slightly?

"The training camp did a lot of good," Kuroo said, cutting Oikawa off. "And I think he finally realized that he actually wants to play. He isn't just playing for something to do anymore."

Kenma leaned forward in shock and Tsukishima began to run, jumping up to hit the ball –as a decoy. A second later, Shiratorizawa's coach stood.

"I guess it's no surprise that Shiratorizawa took a timeout," Oikawa said.

"Karasuno really is versatile," Iwaizumi commented in return. "I've never seen Glasses do a slide hit…even if he was just a decoy."

"We cant easily abandon a near perfect time difference attack," Oikawa continued, "and Shiratorizawa's not going to change their style of strengthening individual strengths. That's why we're called powerhouse schools now. But Karasuno probably doesn't have a style they need to protect. They may have had one when they were a powerhouse school. So they don't hesitate to try new things. They even gave up that miracle like quick immediately and made it new. The old and dependable Shiratorizawa… the new and reckless Karasuno… either one of them winning is going to piss me off, so they should both lose."

"You really are a crappy guy," Iwaizumi said, causing Kenma to snort a laugh.

"Would you stop calling me a crappy guy!"

"Pick between that or a shitty guy."

"Well! Then I guess I choose crappy!"

"You really are an idiot," Kuroo said, cutting into the friends conversation.

"Hey!"

"But I do think you're on to something. Karasuno can try new things because they are trying to figure out what works for their team. The rest of us already have our strengths. Karasuno is new and trying things a lot of us have never seen before. A lot of the powerhouse schools aren't sure how to deal with them. It's a strength the rest of us don't have."

Kenma turned to his best friend in surprise. "That was…insightful for you, Kuro."

"Kenma!"

Kenma didn't bother to respond, once again focusing on the game in front of him. At the moment, it was a constant back and forth between the two teams. He watched as Tsukishima served, wincing with him as the ball hit his bad hand. "His hand is going to be a mess."

"Agreed," Kunimi murmured.

"This is killing me," Kuroo groaned. "I can't take it anymore!"

"Karasuno's #10 is being quieter than usual," Iwaizumi commented.

"He's thinking," Oikawa responded. "He just got shut down on a deuce on the final set and since he cant waste time being sad, he's thinking about the next step. How disgusting."

Kuroo groaned, "Why do you ruin everything you say by being an ass?"

"One more point!" Bokuto said loudly a moment later, cutting into the argument that was about to start. "NO!"

"Killing me. Seriously," Kuroo muttered.

"Did you SEE THAT?!" Bokuto yelled next as Karasuno's libero pulled off an amazing save.

"We saw, Bokuto-san," Akaashi responded, though he himself was looking a little amazed.

"Di-did Kageyama just throw Hinata across the court?" Kindaichi asked, confused.

"He's trying to narrow the space for them to hit," Kuroo responded, "Hinata has trouble receiving. Kageyama moved so he could cover more area."

Tsukishima jumped, only to have the ball hit his hand once more. "Seriously, enough," Kenma sighed.

Kunimi nodded but didn't respond as the ball flew toward Hinata. It was saved by Ushijima and only an instant later, the ace of Shiratorizawa moved to attack. The bay flew, only to be stopped by Hinata's face. "Yikes," Kuroo muttered, not moving his eyes from the court.

Ushijimi moved to spike yet again, Tsukishima and the other two up front moved to block – and he hit a cross, right to where Kageyama was waiting to receive. Diachi saved the ball from flying out, the ace, hit it to the bald second year – and then they all moved as Kageyama set the ball. It flew to Hinata, who spiked it from the back line.

And that was it. The last game. Karasuno won.

The stands exploded, everyone around Kenma jumping to their feet and screaming – well, everyone besides Oikawa and Iwaizume. Bokuto and Kuroo were hugging, Akaashi standing beside them with a rare grin on his face. Kindaichi seemed to be confused as to whether he should cheer or sit back down like his sempai. Kunimi was gripping Kenma's hand as the two stared down at Tsukishima.

They returned to their seats briefly as the two teams lined up. "Damn it, why doesn't that bastard Ushiwaka look more upset?" Oikawa muttered behind him.

"Still an ass," Kuroo said, though he still had a smile on his face.

"Kageyama does good work," Iwaizumi said, causing both Kunimi and Kindaichi to sit up straight with blank looks crossing their faces.

"You noticed it too, Iwa-chan?" Oikawa responded. "Apparently when Glasses-kun came back, he gave them some kind of direction about blocking. Like closing in on Ushiwaka's straight. That's why after the serve, Tobio-chan suddenly switched places with the shrimp who was in the path of the cross because Nishinoya-kun wasn't there."

"And he returned the ball at the last moment," Iwaizumi said in realization. "Your student's not bad."

"He's not my student!" Oikawa protested loudly. "And on top of everything, he was able to accommodate the shrimp, who came here to do something different. It's painfully obvious."

"Well…all of their good work only happened because of the blocks of that first-year with glasses."

Kenma smiled at the words – only to frown at the next ones. "But I guess the shrimp is the spiker you end up wanting to toss to," Oikawa said as he stood. "No wonder he's got Tobio-chan wrapped around his little finger. Come on, let's go home. I'd rather die than see the awards ceremony."

"You really are a crappy guy," Iwaizumi commented. He turned to Kunimi and KIndaichi. "We'll see the two of you."

Oikawa nodded at them both before climbing back up the stairs – only to freeze as Kuroo called him. "I wouldn't be…adverse to talking to you again. Even if you are an ass."

Kenma sighed and buried his face in his unoccupied hand. Of course Kuroo would get along with Oikawa Tooru. He shouldn't be surprised. He also shouldn't tell Tsukishima.

"Well, now that Tsukishima knows we are here," Akaashi said softly, "I suppose we shouldn't just leave."

Kenma sent them an apologetic glance, "You can leave if you want. I can stay…"

"NO WAY ARE WE LEAVING!" Bokuto yelled, jumping up and down. "We have to stay for the award ceremony! And then I need to see Hinata and Tsukki! We cant-"

"HOLY SHIT!" Kuroo yelped loudly. Kenma turned to his best friend instantly, his eyes wide. Kuroo was loud around Bokuto, but he really didn't – oh.

Kuroo was staring down at a very familiar mark… which was sitting on Oikawa Tooru's wrist. Kenma whimpered. "Oh god…"

"Don't tell me – " Kunimi said, following Kenma's gaze.

"Shit," Iwaizumi muttered.

"Well," Oikawa said after a moment of silence. "I guess it's a good thing I agreed to give you my number."