Asahi sighed as he watched Daichi and Suga continue to argue about how to proceed with the prank. He thought everything had been ironed out already, but the moment Suga started questioning their chances of being caught, one thing led to another and now, they were caught in a whirl of endless conspiracy theories.

Suga folded his arms across his chest, face scrunched in concentration. "What if they end up being together at the time we send them the messages?"

Daichi hummed in thought. "Then instead of messaging the entire team at the same time, let's go for one person each team per day?"

Suga raised a finger to emphasize his point. "What if they send the message to each other to ask for advice? Or to brag?"

Daichi released a long slow breath, deep in thought. "How about we cater the messages to the receiver?"

"What if they exchange phones and end up realizing that the messages are from the same sender?" Suga added.

Asahi sighed. There was just no end to Suga's questioning. The answer was simple really. They should just forget about the whole thing and enjoy the rest of their vacation.

"Then all we need to do is use different chat accounts when interacting with people from the same team. People don't usually check the phone number, do they? A different chat name should be more than enough." Daichi concluded, feeling strangely confident at having answered all of Suga's inquisitions so far.

"So it all boils down to whether they manage to open up the chat account to compare the contact numbers…" Suga murmured to himself. He nodded. The chances of that happening was low. And even if they did see that the messages were from the same number, it's not like they would get caught. Though they would definitely lose the ability to mess with their rivals. Suga sighed. That would suck. But at least there was no accountability on their part. "Alright! Asahi, grab the notepad!"

"Why?" Asahi asked but followed nonetheless. He handed the paper to Daichi's outstretched hand, who in turn passed it over to Suga.

"I'll make a list according to team. Let's message one of them each day, using a specific chat account." Suga began as he started drawing a table to sort the names he had in his contacts according to team. "I have contact details of people from Nekoma, Shiratorizawa, Seijoh, Fukurodani and Inarizaki. Most of them I got in person, some from the internet, so I'm not sure if it's really their numbers." Suga paused to take a glance at his phone screen. "I'd like to think they're legit though. The forums seemed pretty…" He paused to search for a word that would correctly describe the aura of the fan discussions. "Intense." He'd never seen such dedication towards knowing a person's demographic data, likes, dislikes, fashion preferences, establishments frequented, vending machines utilized, and so on. Sure he's had his own fair share of harem daydreams, but one look at those blogs made him thankful he didn't really have any.

Daichi bent down to glance at the list of names that were now organized into two rows. The grin on his face grew in excitement. Suga really did this homework. "So I'm guessing we're starting with the first row of names?"

Asahi took a peek at the first five names listed on the top. Kuroo Tetsuro. Tendou Satori. Iwaizumi Hajime. Bokuto Koutarou. Miya Atsumu. He scrunched his eyebrows. "Why are the Miya twins here? And Akaashi too? I thought we were only messing with the third years?"

Suga waved a dismissive hand in the air. "With their skills, they might as well be third years." He shrugged. "Besides, they even out the numbers. So why not?"

Asahi sighed. He could sense that Suga had something against the gifted players, particularly the two setters, but he wasn't stupid enough to voice that thought out loud.

"So…" Daichi began as he scanned the list. "Who are we messaging first?"

"We need to draft a different message for each of them first." Suga pointed out.

Daichi exhaled. He almost forgot about that part. This would take a while.

"So Kuroo." Suga whispered, leaning his chin against the palm of his hand. What would be a nice line for someone like him?

"Asahi, what do you think?"

Asahi flinched. He hoped to be ignored or forgotten, but the focused gaze Daichi had on him told him he would be participating in this ordeal all the way until the end. "Um… Perhaps mention something about his reliability as a captain? As a leader?" He wasn't exactly sure what to say.

Suga hummed. "That could work. Something like, 'My heart skips a beat every time I see you commanding the team on the court.'"

Daichi and Asahi blinked at Suga's female impersonation, utterly speechless. It was one thing to see Tanaka act feminine whenever he would get lost in one of his monologues, but it was another thing entirely to watch Suga mimic a maiden in love – fingers intertwined underneath his chin, eyes closed, voice several pitches higher. It was so natural that it was borderline freaky.

"What? I'm gonna have to get in character if I need to work on something like this." Suga continued to think, unbothered by the looks the other two men were giving him.

"Oh, uh, of course." Daichi cleared his throat, glancing at Asahi who looked back at him in silence. Both men still unsure of what exactly they had just witnessed.

"And why am I the only one thinking?" Suga complained, shooting an annoyed glance at the two silent men.

"Oh uh…" Daichi glanced up the ceiling, eyes shifting all over the place scrambling for an idea. "How about 'Being with you makes me feel at ease?'"

Suga gave him a look of incredulity. "First of all, he's not supposed to know this girl. So we can't say stuff like that. She's a mysterious admirer, remember? Second of all, 'at ease'? What are they supposed to be, teammates? It's love, Daichi. L-O-V-E! It's supposed to be passionate, with a certain level of intensity!"

Daichi let out a sigh. How was he supposed to know what to say? He's never been in love, and he's definitely never been confessed to.

"How do the conversations between you and Michimiya usually go?"

Daichi blinked at the random question. "Huh?"

Asahi pursed his lips to stop himself from smiling. He had an idea what Suga was aiming for, but as much as he was all for it, he didn't want to intervene in any way.

Suga shrugged, as if the topic was as simple as discussing the weather. "You know, Michimiya Yui?"

"Well yes, I know. What I meant was, why are you asking about her?"

"Daichi…" Came Suga's patronizing tone. "For real?"

"What?"

The sigh Asahi released made Daichi feel even more insecure. It was as if they both knew something he didn't, and being left out was one of the things he definitely hated. "What? What is it?"

"Let it go, Suga." Asahi whispered, putting a hand on the silver-haired boy's shoulder in a gesture of camaraderie.

"It's really hopeless, isn't it?" Suga sighed dramatically. "Well, back to Kuroo!"

"I think he takes pride in the fact that he acts mature and seems really grounded. If a girl were to confess, I think mentioning that would be good." Asahi nodded.

Suga hummed, crossing his arms across his chest. "That's true. But there has to be something else, right? Being reliable, stable, mature – those are things you usually use to describe your parents, an older sibling, or even a sempai. There has to be something more."

"Hey, you haven't answered-" Daichi began, but was cut off by a wave of Suga's hand.

"Not now Daichi, Asahi and I are onto something."

Asahi began scribbling the lines Suga dictated to him, nodding as he listened. This could actually work.

Daichi looked at both men who seemed intent on ignoring him. He couldn't help but feel as if he missed something very important.

"Ok, how about this for the black cat. Asahi!"

Asahi blinked at the instruction, initially expecting Suga to read it out loud. He cleared his throat. "Kuroo-sempai, ever since the day I saw you play volleyball, I couldn't forget about you. It's been three years since that day, but my heart still skips a beat whenever I see you. You're so level-headed, calm, and just so cool. I know you're graduating, and I might not get another chance… So I just wanted to tell you, I've loved you all these years, and I don't think I can stop doing so."

Asahi raised his eyes off the paper to find two identical expressions of revulsion. "W-What?"

"I shouldn't have let Asahi read it. All that hard work went to waste."

Daichi sighed, the mental image of Asahi confessing to Kuroo would forever be etched in his mind. "Well, the words were good. I think even Kuroo would be moved by them."

Suga sighed as he nodded. "Good. Let's send it then."

All three men huddled around the phone as Suga opened a new chat account under the penname 'hope&courage'. It was Asahi's idea, and the two other men couldn't be bothered with coming up with an alternative.

"And send!" Suga pressed the key with a finality that shrouded all three men in anxiety. They were 100% sure this was Kuroo's number. After all, they exchanged contact information with most of the people from Nekoma after their first practice match. So there was no way he wouldn't be able to receive the message.

They sat in silence as they waited for a reply that wouldn't seem to be coming any second.

"He's probably in shock." Daichi reasoned.

Asahi massaged the back of his neck. "Well, if I suddenly got a text like that, I wouldn't know what to reply either."

Suga clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Well, there's no point in waiting idly. Who's next on the list?"

"Tendou Satori." Daichi read out loud, before sighing in defeat. Just how were they going to go about it this time?

Suga allowed himself to fall back against his futon. Tendou Satori was unorthodox and hard to crack. He was strange, but a part of him liked the fact that he was different. He had his own play style and didn't like being told what to do. He was analytical, but at the same time highly intuitive. He was basically one big irony.

"He stands out a lot doesn't he?" Asahi began, deep in thought. "In a weird way."

Suga nodded. "But he likes the fact that he's weird."

Daichi hummed as he rocked himself back and forth. "How about mentioning his 'ingenuity'?"

Suga bolted up, throwing a careless thumbs up towards Diachi. "That's it! We need to make him feel like this girl sees all his weirdness as something that's great or something that's worth looking up to."

Asahi eyed them both impressed. As expected from the Karasuno captain and vice-captain. After all, they did spend most of their time trying to reign in the disruptive first and second years. Being able to decipher a human mind's motivations, and all the things it holds dear was a skill both men have honed to perfection.

"Ok, take it away Daichi!"

Daichi looked at Suga in surprise, thinking he should be the one to read the confession instead.

"Come on, Daichi, hurry up!" Suga insisted.

Daichi glanced down at the paper, scratching his temple. This was going to be awkward. "Tendou-san, I'd like to start by telling you that I'm not someone you know, but I've admired you for quite some time now. I've never seen such ingenuity in volleyball! Your unorthodox plays and natural talent are so amazing to watch, that I can't even begin to explain how sad it is now that you're graduating, and I won't be able to watch you play anymore. I heard you're quitting volleyball after high school. I'm sure you have a lot of other dreams too, but I just wanted you to know that just by playing your brand of volleyball, you've inspired me in so many ways I can't put them all into words. I just want to say thank you for everything, and congratulations on graduating."

Daichi finished reading the paragraph only to find Suga glaring at a tearful Asahi in disbelief.

"What the hell are you crying about?"

"Suga…" Asahi paused to sniff. "This is too cruel. This is just too cruel."

Daichi glanced back at the confession draft, realizing that it did seem a bit much. The confession sounded too genuine. Too heartfelt. If Tendou were to take it seriously, he would be… "Suga, Asahi has a point. Maybe we should-"

"It's fine!" Suga pulled the scrap of paper off Daichi's grasp, and began copying the words on his phone. "Besides, I think it's great. He won't know what hit him!" Suga pressed one last key to signal that the message had been sent. "This was mainly your work though. So if he ever takes it seriously, it's your responsibility to think of a way to end it."

Asahi thought he saw Daichi's soul slip out of his hanging jaw. "Daichi! Get a grip! Daichi!"

Suga checked Kuroo's chat message once again, annoyed that the middle blocker had yet to respond. The message remained unread, so it seems he hasn't opened his chat app yet. He let out an impatient sigh as he scanned the list of names to see who would be next on their list. "Oh! Iwaizumi is next!"

While Asahi and Daichi were busy trying to survive the weight of their conscience, Suga flopped back down the futon to think of the best way to get the ace's attention. Surely he was popular? Being the ace usually assured that. He was the manly type, but also quiet and responsible. He was the one capable of reeling in the more boisterous people in their team, especially their very own captain. What kind of confession would get his attention?

"Hey, would you know if Iwaizumi is smart? Does he have good grades?"

Daichi and Asahi watched Suga turn to lie on his belly, scribbling ideas on the notepad. They sighed simultaneously. How he was incapable of feeling guilt was beyond them.

"I heard he has, but I'm not sure." Suga muttered to himself.

"I'm starting to regret this." Daichi whispered.

Asahi sighed once again. "I've been regretting it the moment Suga presented the idea."

"Maybe it isn't too late to stop?" Daichi glanced at Asahi. They directed their gaze back to the excited silver fox humming as he jotted down the next confession draft.

"We'll be killed." Asahi answered with finality. Daichi nodded in affirmation.

"Ok! Listen to this." Suga rolled to one side to push himself back into a sitting position. He cleared his throat a few times in preparation. "Iwaizumi Hajime-san, I… To be honest I don't know how to begin this. I was hoping I could catch you sometime after school, but you were never alone. In the end, I always lose the courage to do anything. I can't even look you in the eye. Iwaizumi-san, you're always surrounded by people. So many look up to you. So many want to be you. I understand though, because I'm one of them too. To me, you are the coolest guy I know! You're really good at sports, you're smart, and you're responsible. But most of all, you have a quiet kindness to you that is hard to find – a kindness that comes so naturally, you probably don't even realize it. Iwaizumi-san, I've admired you for so long that I can't even remember how, or when it began. One day, I hope, I can tell you all this in person. For now, this is all my courage will let me do."

Daichi and Asahi blinked as they watched Suga sigh wistfully, before ending the act.

"So? What you guys think?"

Both men blinked again at how quickly he was able to shift from being Suga, to being a lovestruck girl in the middle of an emotive state, and then back to Suga.

"Uh… You should probably try being an actor?" Asahi stated tentatively.

"Or a voice actor." Daichi nodded. If he viewed things that way, he realized it didn't seem as disturbing.

"Oh!" Suga beamed at the unexpected praise. "Thanks!"

Daichi and Asahi eyed each other once again as they watched Suga type out the rest of the confession before sending it to Iwaizumi.

"Ugh, I wish they would reply already! That's when the real games begin!" Suga whined at his phone as if the gesture could get him a response faster. "Daichi! Asahi!"

"Yes!" They chorused in unison.

"Stop moping around and come up with the next confession!"

Daichi glanced at the list of names. "Bokuto's next."

"Bokuto, huh?" Asahi sighed. He seemed simple-minded enough to believe any kind of confession. They could probably get away with a generic one. After all, he really didn't want to send another one that sounded genuine. The Fukurodani ace seemed pretty volatile as well. If he were to find out that the confession was a prank, there was a chance he would fall into depression. But then again, he could probably fall out of it just as quickly.

"Can't we just send him the same thing as Iwa's? Just remove the part about being responsible." Daichi paused before realizing something else. "And smart." He quietly began to recall the rest of the confession. "The whole thing about quiet kindness needs to be scraped too, I guess."

Suga gave him a tired look. "That's basically everything!"

Asahi took the paper Suga scribbled on to edit some parts out. Daichi watched as the paragraph morphed into something more basic and untailored. He nodded, understanding what Asahi planned on doing. A standard confession would be less cruel.

"Ok, so here's what I wrote." Asahi began. "Bokuto-san, I've been watching you for quite some time now, and I've been meaning to talk to you, but in the end, I always lose the courage to do anything. You're always surrounded by people. So many look up to you. So many want to be you. I understand though, because I'm one of them too. You are the coolest guy I know! To me, you will always be the number one ace. I'll be cheering you on!"

Asahi watched Suga's face contort in disagreement. "It sounds bland."

"Well, for Bokuto I think it's fine." Daichi scanned the confession once again.

Suga took the paper out of Daichi's grasp, striking through the last sentence to add another one of his own. "Please don't forget that no matter where you are, no matter how hard things get, I will always cheer you on."

Daichi winced. That sounded like something that would excite the uncomplicated Fukurodani ace. He watched Asahi panic as he tried to stop Suga from changing the sentence as he typed through his phone. He sighed. Why did Suga have to make the confessions sound so real?

"And done!"

Daichi eyed Asahi's stiff form as he lay face-first on his futon, his body gradually graying in color.

"Who's the last one?" Suga asked as he eyed the list of names Daichi held in one hand.

"Uh…" Daichi scanned the last name on the first row. "Miya Atsumu."

Suga sighed as he allowed himself to fall back down his futon once again. This one for sure would be a challenge. Back at the nationals, he basically had a dedicated fan club all to himself! The little punk was probably the kind of guy who was confessed to left and right. Not to mention the type to get messaged by random girls who managed to snag his number online. Suga choked when he realized he basically utilized the same tactic. "How do you guys think we should approach this?"

Daichi sighed. What should someone say to a popular guy, in order to get his attention? He was completely clueless!

"Asahi, come back to life already! We need help with this last one." Suga whined as he nudged his foot against long-haired man's torso.

Asahi turned around slowly, the corner of his eyes wet with unshed tears. "I can't take this anymore, Suga."

"Oh, come on! It's the last one for the day. Stop being such a tsundere-"

The sudden pause in Suga's speech caused both men to glance at him.

"That's it!" Suga jumped up, raising a fist in the air. "Think about it. What do you do to get the attention of a guy who's used to being praised?" He paused to look at Asahi and Daichi meaningfully.

"Um…" Unsure of what to answer, Daichi glanced at Asahi for support.

"You give him… a new kind of praise?" Asahi voice quieted down as he neared the end of his sentence.

"You insult him!" Suga laughed out loud as he began taking down some notes on the piece of paper. "Think about it. He has a fan club, right? He has girls cheering for him all the time! Confessions thrown at his face almost daily! But what does he usually pay attention to? Think about what happened during the nationals."

Asahi and Daichi glanced at each other in thought, before they exchanged a look of understanding.

"The girls who cheered during his serve!" Daichi and Asahi replied simultaneously.

"Exactly! He paid attention to the ones who didn't act the way he expected them to." Suga pointed the pen at them for emphasis. "So for this one, we won't inflate his ego. We'll try to crush it."

Daichi stroke his chin in interest. Would someone actually use this kind of method? It seemed counterintuitive, but for some strange reason, it made sense.

"When I was researching some materials for the confession you asked me to write, I noticed there was a lot of content regarding protagonists who initially didn't get along. In fact, I would go as far as saying they hated each other." Asahi nodded as he thought back to some of the shoujo manga he speed read for that assignment.

Suga paused from writing to glance up at Asahi in disbelief. "You… researched?"

Asahi let out a soft laugh as he scratched the back of his head. "Not that it did me any good."

Daichi placed a hand on Asahi's shoulder. "I feel like I should apologize."

"Ah! It's fine Daichi! Now that we've drafted quite a few confessions, I realized that the one I wrote was actually bad."

"Still! I didn't acknowledge that it was brought out of hard work. I thought it was just something you made last minute."

Asahi felt an arrow pierce through his heart. "Uh… It's okay, Daichi. It's fine."

"No! It's not. It was wrong of me to assume that it was just something you crammed while you were heading to the train station, when instead, you actually put in hours of research."

"I said it's fine, didn't I?!" Asahi whined as he fought the fresh onslaught of tears. How Daichi could have thought of such a thing was blasphemous to his ears. It may have taken him all night to draft that letter because of his indecision, but it took him several days of research before he actually felt somewhat capable of writing one.

"Okay, cut it out both of you!" Suga sat back up to read his notes. "Ok, here's the heroine's back story."

Daichi and Asahi glanced at each other in confusion. "Heroine?"

"She's the best friend of a girl who's been in love with Miya for a year, who finally managed to muster up the courage to confess. She confesses but is rejected by Miya harshly. She is heartbroken, much to the dismay of the heroine. In her anger, the heroine sends a nasty message to Miya in revenge."

"Is he writing the plot of a shoujo manga?" Asahi whispered at Daichi.

"I wouldn't know, but it sounds like something that would fit one." He whispered back.

"Well? What do you guys think of the premise?" Suga asked insistently, his eyes never left the paper he kept scribbling on.

"Uh, it sounds about right." Daichi nodded. It fit the bill of what Suga was initially talking about.

Asahi nodded as well. "Assuming that Miya gets confessed to a lot, he would probably be able to think of a few girls he rejected offhandedly."

"Alright." Suga slid the notepad towards Asahi and Diachi so they could read his work. He grinned when he saw their serious faces slowly morph into amusement, then eventually into unabashed laughter.

"This is…" Asahi gripped his stomach to dampen the cramp that was beginning to form because of laughing too much.

Daichi grabbed the paper off the futon to read it once again, laughing out loud as he scanned through the most hilarious parts. "Suga, I can't believe this!"

Suga spun the pen in his hands, before swiping his thumb against the tip of his nose. "Call me Suga-sensei."

"Suga-sensei!" Both men called out simultaneously.

Suga laughed triumphantly before he took the notepad back to type its contents on his phone.

"See? Isn't this fun?"

Daichi and Asahi immediately stopped laughing when they saw the knowing look on Suga's face. They watched him don his trademark 'angelic smile' that was coined not because it was heavenly or refreshing, but because it carried the promise of the 'angel of death'.

"I'll continue to rely on both your help from now on, until this is over."