Suga grumbled as he stayed laying down his futon faced away from the two other men in the room. He'd just gotten out of the hot springs, but it did nothing to calm his dissent. They just had to go and ruin his fun! What good was it if they wouldn't individualize the confessions? That was the best part of this whole thing! He clicked his tongue. He spent the entirety of his day drafting them for the second round of their prank. How could Asahi and Daichi just dismiss his ideas like that? Sure they messed up big time with Tendou, but it was one out of five chances! He sighed. This was going to be boring now, he was sure of it.

"Oh, Yaku replied."

Suga's ears perked up when he heard Asahi's voice. Not soon after, he and Daichi started chuckling to themselves.

"He's so excited!"

"I can imagine him fumbling around with his phone panicking!"

Suga tried his best to reel in his curiosity – pursing his lips and shutting his eyes closed. He would not look. Absolutely not. What did he care? After all, they banded together against him so they could outvote him.

"Uh-oh!"

Suga could hear shuffling from behind him.

"You take it!"

"No you!"

It sounded like the two of them were passing the phone around with an urgency that wasn't there initially. Suga scrunched his eyebrows. What? What was it? What did the Nekoma libero say? Damn it why wouldn't they just read the messages out loud?!

"What do we say?" Came Asahi's anxious tone.

Daichi sighed as he folded his arms across his chest. "We need to think of an excuse."

"How about the flying excuse?"

Daichi hummed in consideration. Sure it didn't work on the Shiratorizawa middle blocker, but Nekoma was a public school. The chances of its students being trust fund kids were low. He typed the excuse on the phone, showing it to Asahi who nodded in approval.

Suga fisted his hands as he rolled onto his face. Why did they use the 'going abroad' reason? What did Yaku say?

"What?!"

"You've got to be kidding me!"

Suga couldn't take it anymore. He sat up and crawled towards Daichi's futon to grab the phone out of his hands.

Oh I cnat believw you lkie me

I mean girla dotn usually pcik me

What schook do yuo go to

Howd you knpw me

Wouls you like ti meet

Suga scoffed at the sheer amount of typos, and the pathetic excuse Daichi and Asahi sent him in response. Going abroad to study? Really? They should have at least milked the exchange a bit more!

Me tpo

Ill be headinh to Russia too

Traininh

Suga's eyes popped out in disbelief. "Yaku's heading to Russia?! To train?!" He eyed the jealous looks on the other Karasuno third years that mirrored his own. He glanced back down on the phone in annoyance. "Eat shit! You salmon-haired shorty!"

When ate you leavinf

Maybe we cam meet uo

Suga clicked his tongue. Doesn't his phone have spelling check or autocorrect or something? What kind of person was completely incapable of sending a text without a single error?

"Let's not reply."

"Let's leave him hanging."

Suga glanced at Asahi and Daichi's grim faces. It seemed even they could be petty given the right motivation. He stared at his phone conflicted. He wanted to tell him to go bald so bad!

The sudden chime of the message alert tone surprised all three of them.

Asahi and Daichi huddled around Suga to check on his phone.

I'm flattered ｡^‿^｡

Your words made me very happy (✿◠‿◠)

All three men glanced at the sticker that followed after the message in disbelief.

"Is that…"

"Oikawa has stickers…"

"Of himself."

Suga felt his lips part at the chibi version of the Seijoh setter in his volleyball uniform, staring right at him with huge teary eyes. He was speechless. "How is this even possible?"

"There are services in messaging apps that offer to make avatars." Asahi explained as he eyed yet another sticker sent right after the previous one. It was moving this time, jumping up and pumping a fist in the air repeatedly. He felt his eye twitch. "They're usually expensive though, especially animated ones."

Daichi sighed. "Why am I not surprised?" He knew the ace server was vain, but this one was a whole new level of self-love.

Suga clicked his tongue when a third sticker was sent their way. This time it was chibi Oikawa in smart casual attire – one hand was on his hip, while the other held the edge of his eyeglasses, tilting it down to wink at him. He scoffed. What an idiotic gesture! He was wearing prescription glasses, not shades. There was no need to slide it down his nose. "Stupid rich kids!"

But as much as it pains me to tell you this, I think it's best to be honest.

I'm taken.(｡◕‿◕｡)

All three men sighed. What did they expect? It was Oikawa after all. He basically had an entire hoard of fan girls waiting in line for a date with him. They didn't even have it in them to get angry.

I can't reciprocate your feelings, but please believe me when I say your message really made me very happy (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

If only I can replicate myself, I would. But since I can't, I'll just continue to do my best to spread a little bit of happiness as much as I can (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ

Suga snorted when another sticker followed. This time it was a huge chibi face with hands on the sides of its chin, tilting its head to one side. "What the hell does he think he is? An idol?"

Daichi and Asahi watched Suga type something on the phone, growing steadily annoyed at whatever it was he was composing. He would type, then deleted, then repeat the process over and over again. They looked at each other in confusion, finally peeking over to glance at the screen.

(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻ ╭∩╮（︶︿︶）╭∩╮

"Suga!" Daichi immediately grabbed the phone off the setter's hands deleting the table flip and finger flip emoticons off the chat box.

"Hey! I wasn't done with that!"

Daichi quickly typed a message of acceptance, sending it to the Seijoh captain before Suga could get his phone back.

Suga clicked his tongue in annoyance, glaring at Daichi who only shook his head at him. At the sound of a notification, he pulled his phone out of Daichi's grasp, feeling the contents of his stomach turn at the image of the chibi Oikawa sticker sending a flying kiss towards him. A huge red heart popped out of its hand, moving straight towards the screen until it disappeared. The compulsion to burn his phone was strong.

"Just leave it."

Suga and Daichi stared at each other, neither one willing to back down.

Asahi eyed them nervously. "Uh, guys. Just calm down-"

Several chimes resounded from the app almost immediately, startling all three of them.

"Who is it?" Asahi glanced at Suga as he scanned his phone. He watched the silver-haired setter try to stifle his laughter, only to end up chuckling uncontrollably as he passed his phone over to the two of them.

Thank you for you admiration.

Here is a rough breakdown of my schedule for the coming months.

To be perfectly frank, I don't have the time to spare at the moment. But if our times coincide, I wouldn't mind meeting over coffee.

Daichi glanced at the detailed calendar file Ushiwaka sent them. It lacked information that could be potentially dangerous for him, had they been a stalker, but the sheer amount of time dedicated to volleyball practice gave him a newfound respect for the Shiratorizawa ace.

"What's with this Spartan timetable?" Asahi eyed it in disbelief.

"He wouldn't have gotten that good if he hadn't been prepared to dedicate his entire life to the sport." Daichi shrugged.

Asahi scanned the calendar with fiery eyes. So it takes this much effort to get to that level?

Suga started typing on his phone. "I see. I guess there's really no room for dating in an athlete's life."

Daichi sighed. Sure Ushiwaka was among the top players in the country, and was scouted by professional teams left and right. But was it really worth it? He didn't belong to a powerhouse school, and didn't have the level of dedication the Shiratorizawa ace had, but he couldn't even spare a bit of time for love. He wondered if the wing spiker even had time for other hobbies. He sighed again. Three years of high school had gone by and he barely experienced an ounce of romance.

It's definitely difficult.

I've managed to disappoint everyone I've dated in the past because I never had time.

Suga blinked. "Wait, what?"

I'm focusing on my career at the moment, so committing myself to a serious relationship would be unfair for the other person involved.

Asahi and Daichi finally caught up to the conversation, eying each other in disbelief.

Suga chucked the phone away, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Everyone I've dated? Plural?!"

Asahi and Daichi still couldn't process what they just read.

"What did he mean by-"

"I can't believe-"

"How was it possible for him to-"

"Where did he find the-"

"All happy people in love should go bald!" Suga screamed as he dived into his futon, slamming his limbs haphazardly all over the cushion. It wasn't fair! He was already one of the top three spikers in the freaking country for crying out loud! Why did he have to have an active dating life too? Not only that, he was a rich kid in a prestigious school that ranked among the top in the entire nation as well! He was so damn high spec it wasn't even funny!

Asahi didn't even want to start introspecting on this, lest he want to feel his entire self-worth crumble at the weight of the Shiratorizawa ace's awesomeness. "I understand. Thank you for your time, sir." He typed, completely forgetting he wasn't supposed to be speaking as himself.

Daichi immediately grabbed the phone to send another message to somewhat correct the one Asahi sent. "I can't possibly compete against your first love – volleyball. With your level of perseverance, I'm sure you'll succeed. I wish you all the best."

Thank you. You're very kind.

If we run into each other one day, could you maybe introduce yourself to me? When you do, I promise coffee is on me.

Daichi felt his heart skip a beat at the reply.

"He's a smooth talker too?!"

Daichi flinched in surprised, just now realizing that Suga had been lying on his side with his head up to peek at the screen.

Asahi didn't even have it in him to respond. As someone who occupied the same position as Ushiwaka, he was beat in so many ways he probably couldn't count them all. And it wasn't like he wanted to either.

Suga rolled all the way back to his futon, grumbling the entire time. "Argh! Ushiwaka, I hope you go bald! GO BALD USHIWAKA!"

A loud knock on the wall had Daichi and Asahi shushing Suga. They seriously needed to apologize to the neighbors tomorrow morning before they checked out of the inn.

"Why are we all so pathetically single?" Suga whined. They weren't drop dead gorgeous guys but they weren't ugly. They got good grades, were good at sports, and were overall good-natured people. Why couldn't they find someone?

Asahi and Daichi both laid down their own futons, not knowing what to answer to that either.

"I want to fall in love." Asahi claimed wistfully, closing his eyes in a prayer. He'd lost count of the number of wishing wells he's chucked coins in, wishing he'd meet somebody already.

Daichi balked when he felt something vibrate against his back. He turned around to see Suga's phone lit up with a message notification.

Thank you. I appreciate your affections.

I'm not seeing anyone at the moment, but unfortunately, I already have someone I like.

"Finally! Someone who's pinning after someone else!"

Daichi nearly jumped off his futon when he noticed Suga staring over his shoulder. When did he move?

Suga took the phone and started typing his reply. "Why aren't you together? I can't imagine anyone rejecting you, Akaashi-san."

That person's a bit of an airhead. Excruciatingly slow to understand things. Somewhat of an idiot at times.

No, most of the time.

Suga grinned. Now this was unexpected. The Fukurodani setter harboring potentially unrequited feelings towards another? Out of everyone in their roster, he was one of the last he assumed would be in this predicament. "Why don't you make the first move?" He teased, finally enjoying the turn of events.

I have. Several times to be honest.

Asahi and Daichi started snickering at the conversation as they bunched closer to Suga to get a better look.

"What did you do exactly?" Suga couldn't help but ask.

Too many to mention.

All three of them were chuckling at this point. They didn't know Akaashi well, but there was something about the way he texted that made them easily imagine the exasperated look on his face.

"Why not just confess then?" Suga pushed, grinning to himself. His eyes were glued on the typing… sign on the chat app.

I will. Once that person is ready.

Suga glanced at Daichi and Asahi confused. "Why does the other person have to be the one who's ready?"

Asahi and Daichi shrugged, unsure of what the Fukurodani setter meant as well.

That person is unsure of what I am exactly. A friend or something more? That person hasn't quite figured it out yet.

Perhaps when that person finally stops saying 'I don't really get all the love stuff', I'll consider confessing.

Suga narrowed his eyes. Why did that line sound familiar? He placed the phone on his futon, folding his arms across his chest deep in thought. He's sure he's heard that before. But where exactly?

Daichi sighed, feeling a bit sympathetic towards Akaashi. He seemed like the quiet mysterious type, so the fact that he was allowing himself to rant a little bit towards a total stranger told him he was nearing the end of his patience. He took the phone in his hands while Suga had his eyes closed in contemplation.

"I see. I guess I never had a chance, huh?" Asahi read out loud after Daichi sent their reply.

"Hey!" Suga grabbed the phone wide-eyed. That kind of reply would end the conversation entirely! "Why?!" He glared at Daichi.

"Give him a break." Daichi sighed. "He's in love with someone who isn't even sure of him. That's a pretty difficult situation."

"It was a juicy situation!" Suga argued as he watched the typing prompt appear on the screen once again. He groaned. Akaashi was going to end the exchange, he was sure of it!

I'm sorry. I want you to know that I'm really moved by your confession. I know it took a lot of courage.

Courage I wish I could have one day.

All three men placed a hand to their hearts at the same time.

"Aw, Akaashi…" Asahi whispered.

Hopefully soon you'll find someone who'll make you realize why all the others never worked out in the first place.

Good night.

All three men took a sharp intake of breath, moved by words of the sophomore setter.

"Okay, who the hell is this oblivious idiot?!" Suga glanced at Asahi and Daichi in annoyance. "How on earth can anyone reject Akaashi-san?!"

Asahi and Daichi blinked at the unexpected reaction from the Karasuno vice-captain. He was always the first one to get angry at the knowledge that someone was happily in love. But now that there was actually someone whose affections seem unrequited, he was the first one to defend him.

Asahi eyed the sophomore's messages once again. He couldn't deny the fact that there was something about the Fukurodani setter that made him want to cheer the him on. Hopefully the person he's in love with would finally figure things out and return his feelings.

Just as Asahi was about to exit the app, a message from Yaku popped up on the screen.

Hey, still there

He blinked. They completely forgot about the Nekoma libero! He flipped the phone towards Suga and Daichi. "What do we say?"

Suga snorted. "So he can send a text without a misspelled word." He grabbed the phone, deciding to use the airport excuse Asahi made for the Shiratorizawa middle blocker. "What country's pretty far away from Russia?" That way Yaku wouldn't be able to pull a Satori Tendou on them and ask to visit.

"Australia would be roughly 14000km away. New Zealand about 16000km."

Suga and Asahi eyed Daichi in stunned silence. They knew he loved Geography, but the fact that he even knew that detail impressed and weirded them out at the same time.

"New Zealand it is." Suga pressed send, a bit anxious of what the tiny libero would be replying.

Oh I see

That's too bad

I hope you have a safe trip then

I'm leaving for Russia in the next month

They sneered at the Nekoma libero condescendingly.

"Okay we get it! You're going global!" Suga screamed at the phone. "Stop rubbing it in our faces!"

"Go bald." Daichi and Asahi whispered simultaneously, offering a silent prayer to any god who was currently eavesdropping.

Hey uh

Listen

Thanks for your confession

This is actually the first time someone's ever confessed to me

It's always been the other way around

I get rejected pretty often too because

Well

I think it's because I'm short

So I just really wanted to say thank you

It's really too bad that we won't get to meet

But I'll treasure this moment for the rest of my life

A heavy silence filled the room. Then, as if on cue, all three men screamed his name simultaneously with tears in their eyes.

"YAKU!"

A series of loud knocks came from the adjacent room once again, but none of them cared.

"I'm sorry I wished you'd go bald!" Asahi bowed his head on the floor, palms together in a gesture of regret. He didn't care what the libero would think, but he would pull him into a hug the next moment he saw him.

"Don't give up hope! Men grow until the age of 21!" Daichi cheered on with his arms crossed tightly against his chest to reel in the onslaught of emotions.

"I take it back! I take it all back!" Suga was screaming at the phone again, sniffling as he asked for forgiveness. "What do we say? What do we say?!" He passed the phone over to Daichi. "You're the best at this thing! So do your magic!"

Normally Daichi would reject such a responsibility, but this time, he took the phone in his hands with a newfound resolve. What would he say to Nishinoya and Hinata if they were the ones in this situation? He had to be careful not to give Yaku false hope as well. He took a deep breath. The pressure was overwhelming.

"Sometimes the best things come in small packages. Like a diamond ring. A notice that you've been accepted to your choice college. A plane ticket to your dream destination. A platinum credit card. A letter from a loved one. Don't think of yourself as less than anyone else just because you feel you're lacking in one aspect. At the end of the day, everyone lacks something they wish they had."

Suga grabbed the phone right after Daichi sent the message. "Yaku-san, prove to the world that even small guys can play volleyball! Beat them all for the people who've felt like they never stood a chance because of their height! I wish you all the best!"

All three of them eyed the phone anxiously, waiting for whatever response the Nekoma libero would send them.

"Why isn't he replying?" Asahi eyed Daichi and Suga, fidgeting in place. The suspense was excruciating.

They lunged at the phone the moment it chimed.

Thank you

I don't know what to say really

Just thank you

I wish you all the best too

Take care

Always

All three of them started bawling their eyes out.

"You can do it Yaku!" Suga screamed into his pillow to avoid getting another knock of warning from their neighbors.

"He's an excellent libero. He'll go pro for sure." Daichi nodded, still keeping his arms crossed tightly against his chest.

"Yaku-san... Yaku-san..." Asahi chanted as he swipped at the snot dripping out of his nose.

A series of notification rings made them reel in their emotions, glancing at the beeping phone anxiously. What did Yaku send them this time?

Their period of mourning ended the moment they laid their eyes on the screen.

If you want to prank two people who live in the same house, at least have the common sense to change your number. Are you an idiot? Did you think using another chat account with a different username was enough? Did you assume I wouldn't check?

I don't have time for this bull shit. My brother's been driving me up the wall with all his complaints about you, whoever the hell you are. I'm already stuck tutoring him day in and day out because he's stupid and failed some of his exams.

If he doesn't pass his remedial tests, he won't get to join the family get away because he'll be stuck with supplementary classes. Now, normally I'd rejoice. After all, I'll finally get the silence I've dreamed of since the moment we've both been born out into this world. But I know my brother. If he sits this vacation out, he'll sulk for months because he missed out. And who would be forced to deal with that?

ME.

So shut the fuck up, and go mess with someone else.

All three of them eyed the strip of red at the bottom of the other Miya twin's chat window.

Miya Osamu blocked you.

Daichi scoffed at the Inarizaki wing spiker's reply, highly impressed.

Asahi could only whistle. Miya Osamu apparently had the same temper as his twin, but was more calculating, ruthless and unforgiving.

"I can't believe it." Suga tried to press the chat box, but the cursor wouldn't appear. He glanced at Daichi and Asahi with wide eyes. "He beat us."

End of chapter 4!

As per usual, writing this has been so much fun ^^ How I wish I was talented enough to animate this into a fanart! If anyone wants to, let me know! I'd love to see it :)

Thank you for reading! Constructive criticism and reviews are very much appreciated!