A/N: Lol when I reached the 580 word mark I literally had no idea how I was planning on continuing this. You guys don't know this, but my personal challenge for each fic i write is to make it at least 1k words, since that's like weirdly hard and yet not hard for me, and this chapter was like pulling teeth.I was so glad when it wrote itself to a close, lol. Sorry about the weird style change, btw guys, i just felt like some humor and also Kageyama's head is a weird place. Also, I literally typed 'seta' instead of 'setter' once.

Kageyama fidgets awkwardly as he leans against the vending machine across from the men's bathroom. Hinata had said that he needed to go to the bathroom one last time before the final match against Seijoh, and for some reason, the orange-haired idiot had vehemently insisted that Kageyama accompany him on the account of "horrible things that happen when I'm in the bathroom, dumbass!", which was ridiculous, but no more ridiculous than the fact that Kageyama had said okay.

Just as he's starting to get unbearably uncomfortable because it feels like he's been standing there for at least fifteen minutes (it's probably only been less than three, but Kageyama firmly refuses to admit that to himself), he's jostled roughly as someone tries to get to the vending machine.

"Oi, watch it!" he snaps on automatic, before looking up (not by a lot, thankfully) at who it is instead of continuing to stare at the guy's nose. The guy's height unfortunately reminds him of a certain douche-y, blonde, nearsighted person he knows.

The guy just growls irritably at him, which would actually sound threatening if not for the fact that Kageyama just can't take him seriously on account of his unusually tan skin and dark blue hair. What kind of fashion choice is that?

"Ganguro," he says around a snicker.

"Huh?!" The ganguro is looking increasingly ticked off now, like he's one insult away from punching Kageyama in the face. He grabs him by the collar. "Say that again," he hisses, free hand clenched into a fist. Thankfully, Kageyama's saved from his almost certain impending doom via an exasperatingly familiar voice.

"Nothing bad happened this time, Kage…" Hinata's weirdly excited voice (what kind of person gets excited about not being accosted in a bathroom?) trails off, replaced by confusion and a hint of anger. "Daiki, what are you doing?"

The ganguro pushes him away with a huff. "Who's this guy, Shouyou?" The guy gestures at him roughly with a scowl. Kageyama would take offense, but his brain has ground to a halt with the use of Hinata's first name.

"He's my setter!"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"He sets my balls!"

"What?!" Kageyama's not sure why the strange blue-haired guy looks so shocked or horrified, but it can't be anything good, so he just decides to sneer at the other for good measure. He's pretty sure the ganguro doesn't notice.

"Yeah! He tosses to me so I can spike." Hinata pantomimes hitting a ball and for whatever reason, the delinquent-person-who-Hinata-somehow-knows relaxes.

"Oh, okay then." The three of them descend into hellishly awkward silence. Kageyama spends this time glancing between Hinata and the delinquent, who are trapped in what seems to be a staring match that involves a lot of eyebrow movement.

"Daiki, what are you doing here?" Hinata says finally, edging closer to Kageyama. He refuses to admit that he feels vindictive pride in how the blue-haired guy's expression edges even closer to 'I just sucked on a lemon' with the movement.

The ganguro fidgets, which looks incredibly disconcerting on a guy of his stature, and incoherently mumbles something to the ground.

"What?"

"I came to apologize. And wish you good luck." The awkward silence returns when the blue-haired guy doesn't say anything more. Kageyama idly wonders if they'll be late for the team meeting. The last pep talk probably started at least five minutes ago. Maybe they'll Tanaka to come find us again. He almost physically shakes off that last thought. Please let them never meet.

"...wow, Momoi-chan really is your translator when it comes to feelings," Hinata says eventually, letting out a snicker of laughter.

The ganguro's expression jumps from 'sucking on a lemon' to 'I am the fucking apocalypse'. "Hah?! What was that?!"

Kageyama doesn't really want to admit it, but the guy's facial expression is actually kind of scary. Hinata, the idiot, just continues to laugh. "How is anyone supposed to understand you if Momoi-chan's not around? This must be why she had to follow you all the way to Toutou, huh?"

"I don't even know why she followed me to Touou," the blue-haired guy snarls, "and if we're on the subject of people going to schools they're not supposed to, what's up with you and Tetsu?"

Kageyama still has no idea what's going on, but Karasuno's been brought up, no matter how roundabout, so he interjects. "Oi, lay off, ganguro!"

To his surprise, Hinata bursts out laughing again. "People still call you a ganguro!"

"Shut up," the guy grumbles. Kageyama thinks that it might be a flush that he spots on his cheeks, but it's also possible he's just becoming delusional from being exposed to the sheer amount of crazy in this conversation. "Stop calling me a ganguro. I have a name. Use it."

Kageyama wouldn't actually object, even to the ridiculous way the ganguro says it, but there's one problem: "I don't know your name, dumbass. You just randomly shoved me while I was standing on the side of the hallway."

"You were blocking the vending machine!"

"No I wasn't!"

"Yes, you were!"

"Let's just say you're both wrong, okay?" Hinata pipes up. "Kageyama, this is Daiki-Aomine Daiki. Daiki, this is my setter, Kageyama."

The ganguro-Aomine-mumbles incomprehensibly in reply. It might be a greeting, but at this point, Kageyama decides not to take any chances and proceeds to ignore him.

"Oi, we should get going to the team meetings, dumbass. We're already late," he reminds Hinata. From the way his teammate starts jumping up and down like he really needs to go to the bathroom again, he had completely forgotten.

"AHHH, how could I forget?!"Hinata's already grabbed Kageyama's hand to start sprinting back to the assigned meeting room when Aomine stops them.

"Oi, Shouyou," the blue-haired teen barks out tersely. Hinata looks back, an expectant if not hesitant look on his face. His hand is still holding Kageyama's. He wonders if Hinata forgot about it. "...good luck."

"Thanks!" Hinata smiles sunnily and then pauses, clearly thinking about whether or not he wants to say something back. It's an odd move for the rash volleyball nut that Kageyama knows. "...it's nice to see that you've changed, Daiki. Kuroko's been good for all of you."

Then without explaining anything, Hinata drags Kageyama in the direction of the meeting room.

A/N: IT'S OVER, finally, it's been sitting in my computer for forever. God this chapter was hard to write for literally no reason whatsoever. I have the last "official" sequel planned, in the vaguest sense of the word, and I actually have two (two! sort of) "interludes" planned, so I don't plan on leaving this series behind just yet. :P btw would you guys prefer the interludes as part of this fic or as their own separate fic? lmk.