Okay, so Kuroo hijacked this chapter. I'm sorry. So much more was meant to happen in it, but then Kuroo hijacked it. I couldn't stop writing about his thoughts, I'm sorry xD

Enjoy!

Chapter 8: Golden Week training starts!

"Everyone, get on please." Haru was shaking Yaku awake and making certain that Yamamoto actually got on the train and didn't fall in between the tracks. Kuroo hung back, still holding onto a sleepy Kenma. The setter had managed to open his eyes, eat something, and was then left wobbling about like some kind of an apparition. The captain couldn't help watching their new manager from the back, seeing her distributing tickets as the boys got on the train and making sure they all had their bags with them properly.

"All aboard?" Kuroo asked, coming up behind Haru. The girl turned to him and he immediately noticed the dark circles around her eyes. He knew that she'd been working on their trip arrangements relentlessly and made a mental note to make certain that she gets some rest.

"Looks like," The final two people on the team boarded the train. Kuroo helped Haru place her bag in the overhead storage. She offered the boy a tired smile before plopping down unceremoniously in a semi-conscious heap. Kuroo couldn't help but smile at the state of the girl. She looked cute, sleepy like that, but still worrying about the team first. He went to take the spot next to her, when a small body filled it. Kenma's barely awake eyes looked up at him, almost in challenge.

"Get some rest, both of you." Kuroo took the defeat without a fight, instead wondering towards the front of their group, getting the free seat next to Kai. The boy was already fast asleep, drooling a bit onto the hand which was propping his head up. With a sigh, the Nekoma captain took out his earbuds, putting on a slow song, in hopes of falling asleep, as well. But, luck wasn't on his side that day.

He ended up watching the scenery pass by in a blur, listening to the lyrics of his favorite pop bands absent-mindedly. His head was a haze of thoughts which kept rolling past him, just like the trees and fields outside. Kuroo yawned, mourning the loss of his usual eight hours of sleep. His eyes ended up looking around the train compartment, going from one teammate to another. The first years were all huddled together, sleeping in amazing positions. Lev had Inuoka half on him, which made the captain burst out laughing at their entangled limbs. On the other hand, the few second years were mostly in their own seats, except Kenma's dyed head. The setter had cozied up to their manager, sleeping on her shoulder comfortably, which didn't seem to faze the girl. Kuroo felt a pang of jealousy, immediately forcing himself to banish the feeling. Kenma and Haru were friends, as well as his friends. There was nothing to be jealous of.

Except, he wondered if the girl would let him do the same. She had gotten more used to his antics, letting him touch her casually, like he did Kenma. But, whenever he couldn't keep his hands to himself with her, it was vastly different from how he was used to helping his childhood friend. Every contact of his skin on Haru's was electric. It sent his mind into overdrive, banishing every thought except the warmth of her body, the smell of her shampoo and soft perfume and the feel of her soft skin on his. Kuroo knew that he was attracted to her, but was there more…. He didn't know. And, he wanted to have that answer as soon as possible. If the answer was no, he had to get over his obsession with touching the girl. If the answer was yes… that would be another matter entirely. But, for that moment, at that time, he liked the way his busy head went blank when he was next to her, the girl occupying every section of his brain like a fever.

The song switched, going to a new one he'd recently added to his phone. It was a slow rhythm of congo drums, soon joined by the tres and then a female vocal. Already, Haru had invaded more than just his head. Her music, a contagious beat that reminded him of something sensationally exotic, had taken over his usual pop playlist. Kuroo hated in a bit, but it was a bittersweet kind of hate. In the end, he loved the emotions and memories which accompanied the unfamiliar tunes. It was of him and the girl on the train, sharing earbuds, listening to different music, with her body never able to keep still when a good song came on. Even if it was just shaking her head to the beat, the girl had to move.

Kuroo coveted the fact that the girl could not only understand the language spoken in the songs, but actually spoke it fluently, as well. She'd shared with him how she had spent some time in both Mexico and Brazil with her father when she had been young. He loved the expression on her face as she'd shared with him her experience as a child, dancing in an open-air café in the evening to salsa music. It was that face that he saw whenever he heard the beat of the songs he'd recently added to his playlist. And, before long, to the soft beat of the salsa, Kuroo dozed off.

The next time he woke up, most of the team was already up, as well. They were chattering excitedly, sharing food and discussing what they would do when they got to the beach. Oh, how bad he felt for them. If they knew what their manager had in store for them, they would've been more depressed. He doubted that any of them would have the energy to play on the beach after her rough training schedule. Speaking of the girl, Kuroo's eyes wandered to the seat turned the other way around, where Haru's and Kenma's heads were separated.

"Are you going to go bother her?" Yaku was awfully perceptive from across his seat. Kuroo's eyes went to him, instead. His usually carefully styled hair was a disheveled mess, making him look even younger.

"Maybe." The captain shrugged.

"Don't chase her off," Kai's deep voice came from his right. "We just got a decent manager." Kuroo glanced at the other third year, noticing that he was reading some of his school notes, seemingly not paying attention to the rest of the team. Yet, the vice-captain was always vigilant. That was why he had gotten the position that year unanimously.

"What do you guys think of her?" he asked, looking to Yaku again. Fukunaga, who sat with them, was still asleep, snoring rhythmically from next to the libero. He was awfully loud for such a typically quiet character.

"She may not be the ideal manager, but she's dedicated." Kai shrugged.

"What do you mean?" Yaku asked, leaning forward and lowering his voice. "She's got medical knowledge and does alright with instructions." Kai finally closed his notebook, looking up.

"She doesn't know anything about the sport." The vice-captain said. "Don't get me wrong, the girl is good. But, it would've been better to have someone who is passionate about the sport, not just about the team."

"If you find me someone like that, who wants to take up the manager position, do let me know." Kuroo scoffed. Kai frowned.

"I'm not saying that she's no good. I'm saying that there are better options, idealistically." The notebook was open yet again, the boy's eyes focusing on the text. Kuroo thought about his words for a few moments before speaking up.

"I get what you mean," Kai spared him a short glance. "But, the passion for the team is crucial. She can learn the semantics as she goes."

"Which is why I'm with Yaku on you bugging her constantly." Kai commented, making the libero burst into laughter. Kuroo stood, stretching, his face in a pout.

"I'm not feeling much love here." The scheming captain smirked, walking away towards his two favorite second years. He ignored Yaku's frown and evaded the libero's hands, attempting to stop him from being his usual mischievous self. "Good morning, cheerful youths!" Kuroo plopped down in the free seat on the opposite of Haru.

"Hi," the girl greeted with a soft smile, dark circles still under her eyes. In vivid contrast to her cheery demeanor was Kenma's scowl, sporting one of the boy's utterly amazing expressions. "Did you manage get some rest?"

"Mhm." Kuroo nodded. "Salsa is a surprisingly good tune to fall asleep to." He chuckled, making the girl giggle, as well.

"Right?" Haru said, eyes sparkling. "Do you have anything interesting for me today? Are you going to try to convert me again?" Kuroo fished his cellphone and earbuds from where he'd safely tucked them into his pocket earlier.

"Eventually, I'll sway you to my wicked ways." He smugly commented.

"Doubtful, as Akari has been doing her best for a while and it hasn't worked." Haru accepted the extended earbud, standing from her seat and settling in the free one next to the captain before putting the gadget in her ear. Kenma seemed to have gone back to snoozing. "Do your worst."

"My pleasure." As Kuroo played a song from his current infatuation, a popular Korean group called Twice. He watched as Haru slipped her flats off, her legs going under her body as she moved into a more comfortable position. Kuroo found it somehow endearing. But, as the girl seemed to nod off to his music, he got sly and switched to something that was certain to get her attention. CL was not his favorite band by any means, but the song he had in mind was certain to keep Haru awake.

Indeed, she began laughing as soon as she managed to hear the first punchline of the song, catching onto his plan. She playfully smacked his shoulder, giggling as her head replaced her palm, messy hair from her bun spilling onto the front of Kuroo's sweatshirt. He took a deep, calming breath, telling the zoo in his stomach to stop stampeding. It was just a girl using his shoulder to get into a comfortable position for sleep, he reasoned. It was convenience.

Kuroo, however, didn't account for the fact that the smell of coconuts and coffee, mixed with something citrusy he couldn't pinpoint, would invade his senses with that deep, calming breath. It proved to be anything but calming.

It was around eleven in the morning when Haru finally called for everyone to get ready to leave the train. The station was surprisingly empty, a few people waiting here and there to either get on or for someone to exit the train. There was one figure which stood out, though. It was a man with numerous piercings on his face, his bare arms decorated with multiple tattoos. He grinned as soon as he saw them, waving and walking over.

"You must be Chiharu-chan!" His voice was loud and his smile was blinding. The boys watched as their new manager bowed politely, but the man forwent all the customs, instead giving her a tight hug. "I feel like I already know you. Your father was always passing around baby pictures while we were still working together every summer. Gosh, you've grown!"

"Ah, thanks." Haru was blushing, much to everyone's amusement. She was also trying to wriggle out of the hugging distance without being rude, leading her to stand next to Kuroo, who had been just behind her. "Kurosaki-san, this is the team. The captain, Kuroo-sempai," the tattooed man nodded to the tall boy, who gave a curt nod back. "And Kai-san is the vice-captain." Kai and Kurosaki exchanged small nods. "Our coach should be here later, he had some things to finish at the school before coming."

"Ah, I'll set up a pickup, just tell me when to get him." Kurosaki nodded. "As for you all, I've got the transport to the lodge ready. And, please, just Ryota. Kurosaki is my father." The team followed him out of the station and into the sunny street. "Can you tell me a bit more about what you guys will need concerning facilities and hours? I've got a few more guests who are volleyball and basketball players, and those sports use the same gym at the lodge." Kuroo and Haru glanced at each other, mutely deciding who would talk to the man, before chuckling and agreeing to talk to him together.

"Of course." The girl said.

The van Kurosaki drove to pick them up was parked close. The boys piled in, putting their bags under their seats or on the free ones. Haru and Kuroo were the last ones to enter, sitting in the very front together, where the coaches were usually. They filled in Kurosaski, who was driving, on the details of their training schedule during the trip. Inuoka, who was the closest and could catch bits of their conversation, seemed horrified at the devilish plans of torture.

The Sunny Beach lodge was settled at the very edge of the beach, right in between a rocky, mountain terrain and the soft sand next to the sea. The air which came from the forest carried a fresh scent of pine, mixing pleasantly with the salty smell of the waves. The building itself was modern, yet held some traditional designs. There were three floors with multiple rooms, aside from the ground level. The team left the van, all of them glancing at the sheer size of the lodge as they walked towards it. Kurosaki eagerly gave them basic details about the place, along with what was available at the lodge.

The whole lobby was shining when they entered. The dark and beige marble floors were pristine and the sofa sets with small coffee tables in between looked awfully inviting. The inside of the lodge breathed with a perfectly tasteful mixture of Western and traditional Japanese style. At the reception desk, there was a teenage boy working who gave them the keys, bowing to Kurosaki multiple times. Haru was in charge of room assignment, jotting down on her clipboard the pairs and threes who had roomed together. She had arranged the roommates in an attempt to keep the peace, at least a bit.

"All of our rooms are on the second floor. After you get your keys, please go leave your things and freshen up. Lunch is at one, after that we will begin training. The dining room is over there," Haru explained, pointing to the left where a sign was showing the entrance to the restaurant. "Room 201, Yamamoto-kun, Kai-san and Shibayama-san." The third year came over to take the set of keys, picking up the keys. "202, Morisuke and Lev." Yaku groaned as he picked up the keys. Haru gave him a sympathetic smile. "Room 203, Fukunaga-kun, Teshiro-san and Inuoka." The silent wing spiker walked over and bowed as he picked up the keys.

"Oh, are you rooming with us or with the coaches, Haru?" Kuroo casually addressed her, seeing as only himself, her and Kenma were left standing in the hallway. Haru looked up, pen going to her lip as she considered both options.

"Either is fine with me?"

"Then room with us." Surprisingly, it was Kenma who spoke up. Haru gave him a bright smile, noting that down and picking up her bag.

"Alright." Kuroo reached over, taking her luggage and swinging it over his shoulder, next to his own bag. "Oh, thanks." He was awarded a bright smile. "Then, Ku- Ryota-san, we will have lunch at the restaurant and do our own breakfast and dinner?"

"Mhm," the man nodded, looking up from his phone, he placed it in his back pocket, giving the remaining three teens his full attention. "I'm sorry Chiharu-chan, my other place is having a bit of a crisis, so I'm going to head out. Masaru, over there," Kurosaki motioned to the reception desk, making the boy who was working there stand at attention. "should be able to help you with anything you need. Second shift here is… Yuuka, right?"

"Yes, sir." Masaru confirmed.

"She should be helpful, too. They can show you to the kitchen you can use, as well as the gym for volleyball out back." Haru nodded, smiling at the receptionist who seemed a little flustered by the whole ordeal. "If you need anything, you have my number. Give my best to Dari!" And with that, Kurosaki was gone, not even letting the girl express her thanks.

"Shall we?" Kuroo asked, making the last group move from the lobby, towards the elevator.

The room was rather spacious. Contrary to the hallways and doors, which were all built in a typically Western style, the inside was very Japanese. It had a balcony along the outer wall and two wide windows which slid to the side in order to open. There were three nightstands, in dark wood, which had multiple drawers, along the walls. Kuroo wandered over, placing the two bags from his hands down.

"Where are the futons?" He asked, wandering over to the nightstands and rummaging through, looking for the supplies.

"Here," Haru said, opening the only wardrobe in the room, right next to the door. "Should we set them up now or in the evening?"

"Now, unless you will be setting up all three in the evening." Kuroo laughed, walking over. His body towered over Haru's as he pulled out the three futons with ease, walking to the center of the room. Kenma had slumped down against the wall, looking ready to doze off any second.

"Let me help." Haru rushed over, desperately fighting the blush on her face from the earlier contact with the volleyball captain. The two set up futons in the middle of the tatami, one next to the other. "Anyone have preferences for sleeping position?"

"I like to cuddle, if you're up for it?" Kuroo gave her one of his smug grins, making the blush return to her face in full force.

"I'll take the middle." Kenma spoke for the first time since he'd gotten off the train. "And I need to charge my PSP."

"There's an outlet over there," Haru pointed to one of the nightstands. "Anyone have anything else they need to charge? I think there are only two charging ports."

"My phone is alright for now, and I don't really need it." Kuroo shrugged, going to his bag. He took out his training clothes and a towel. "Haru, you wanna hit the bathroom first or should I?"

"You can go." The girl smiled, and the tall boy vanished into the adjoining room. "I guess that's it for now." The girl nodded, happy with the work. She took out the notebook with training notes out and started scribbling the last few ideas down in the schedule.

"I'm sorry," Kenma spoke, making Haru look at him questioningly. "For Kuroo and his antics." The girl glanced towards the bathroom, where they could hear the water running.

"It's alright," she smiled. "I guess that's just how he is." She shrugged. "I can deal with him alright." She then frowned. "For now, at least. He's been very helpful with the arrangements for the camp and I can't really fault him for being himself."

"Alright." Kenma nodded, then took out his phone and settled again against the wall, PSP charging across the room.

Haru had managed to singlehandedly crush the boys' dreams of a beach vacation, and their idea of the Golden Week camp. They'd secretly started calling her demon manager amongst themselves. After lunch, which had been a luxurious buffet, sporting all types of food they could imagine, the girl hadn't taken them to the gym, but to the woods to the back of the lodge. Then, she'd divided them into teams, giving them light shirts of neon colors. The 'it' team, consisting of Lev, Inuoka and Kuroo, had red jerseys and the 'runners' had gotten green ones. Then, she'd told them to do their best and given them two hours to run around, chasing each other. The 'home' for caught runners had been next to her, where they would have to be liberated by one of their teammates in order to run away again.

Expectedly, Kenma had been among the first to get caught, along with surprisingly Kai. The latter had admitted that he'd stepped weirdly on a rock and Haru had immediately told him to sit down, putting a cold compress on the injured ankle, after inspecting it thoroughly and deciding that it was just a light twist.

"Do you hate volleyball?" Kai had surprised her with his question, making her look up at him as she wrapped his leg. Her head tilted to the side, thinking.

"Not really," the girl replied. "I'm not into sports a lot, and I don't care much for playing myself, but I like seeing people doing their best." He nodded after that and seemingly getting the answer he wanted from her.

Their evening had been scheduled at the gym, where the Nekoma team met the other volleyball group at the lodge. They were a rowdy group from Nagasaki, eager to talk about the sport as they all worked out. Haru had told the boys which machines to use, making certain that they were working on the areas she had noticed were their weak points. Finally, after an hour of gym time, the boys were set free. They were told to meet her in a separate dining area, where they could get dinner, before having some free time on the beach.

The boys had taken showers and then met up at the beach, deciding to tell ghost stories. The small group of eleven people settled on the sand in a circle, building a small fire in the already prepared pit, taking turns to tell creepy stories. They were mostly made up, concerning the lodge they were staying at. But, an occasional one was from their neighborhood, the school or the train station they used to get to Nekoma. Haru had taken the seat in between Yaku and Kai, staying silent or laughing when Yamamoto told his stories, which always seemed to have hilarious endings. Kenma, surprisingly, had the scariest ones.

"Do you see those rocks there?" The setter asked in a low voice, pointing out to the two tall structures in the sea. The boys all nodded or hummed. "It is said that a long time ago two lovers jumped into the see off a cliff because their love was forbidden." The setter continued. "The woman was a princess and she had fallen in love with a fisherman who wasn't her intended. They were planning to meet up at the cliff where the lodge now stands. But the letters got mixed up, the woman's fiancée coming in her stead. Thinking she'd betrayed him, the fisherman slit the nobleman's throat." Kenma dragged his finger across his throat, making his audience gulp. "So, they killed themselves when the villagers rose up against him. They held hands as they died together, preserving their love. Unfortunately, the woman's spirit couldn't find peace. It is said that she still roams the halls of whichever building lies on top of the cliff from where they jumped, looking for her lover. She comes while you sleep, going through walls and doors, strangling the beautiful women she is afraid might steal her fisherman."

"Haru, you should watch out." Inuoka chuckled after a moment of silence, making the girl pale further, but laugh as well.

"No way, I'm not that pretty."

"You are!" Yamamoto was quick with his words of seeming comfort, which ended up making Haru even more uneasy. She nervously laughed the comment off.

"Alright, that's enough for today," Kuroo decided he was going to have to be the one to break apart their little party as he stood up. "Shall we all head to bed, we have a busy day tomorrow." He extended a hand to Haru, helping her up. "Do we have a time when we should be at breakfast?"

"Six, if possible." The girl told them, watching as the boys stood, brushing the sand off their bodies and then heading to the lodge, talking amongst themselves. For once, Haru was glad that Kuroo didn't let go of her hand, holding it all the way into the lobby.

Oh man, this was such a nice chapter to write, despite it being a little description heavy. I hope everyone had fun reading :D

Before I get to the reviews, I have several questions:

1. Would you guys enjoy another one-shot series about these two?

2. Would you guys enjoy a one-shot series about Oikawa? (I may or may not have ideas…)

3. And would you guys be interested in some aesthetics of this fic on my tumbr?

4. Can anyone guess why Nekomata is late?

5. Does anyone know why the way Haru lists the boys for their rooms is important, as in the way she addresses them?

6. Also, did anyone catch the kudos I'd paid to other anime in this chapter?

Reviews:

moonlightshadowxiii:

I swear your reviews. I love them, and they scare me. I want to always answer all of it and I always get complaints how my review space is 'falsely advertising' my words count. You know what, I don't care, keep em coming! They make my day!
If you didn't expect the last update, this one's gonna throw you off yet again! What can I say, I'm using this story to cope with my exam season xD I'm happy to spoil you lot! If someone is willing to read, I will always write :) I legit had a series of oneshots for a 10 person fandom once xD They got lost somewhere on my old pc though... pity...
But, back to the point, thanks for reading and sooo much for reviewing! Seriously every review makes me go: push that plot! XD
Haru and her dad are like urghhh so sweet! I think I get a tad unrealistic when I describe father-daughter relationships, because I've never had a proper one... but damn I'm gonna enjoy writing my fantasy at least! Glad that it sits well with you :)
Kuroo strikes me as that one person who is like 'where's the bathroom? The kitchen?' once, and then he's just making himself a lasagna the next time xD I have friends like those and maaaan do I adore them in my kitchen xD
Spicy? Spice... you haven't seen no spice yet plz xD this is fluff. We are at the fluff xD then we go and spice it up :P
Hahahaha good good! I was doing my best to divert your dirty minds to the endless possibilities before going full on HQ humor xD I just love misunderstandings like those and the words were already written like so... i went with 'oh well, have at it then' xD
Thanks for the input! I'm also a fan of longer, steamier stories... like, when it's just a one-shot without much context it's rather dull for me... and, it's natural for steam to be in a relationship... so, well, I'll be going in that direction that at my own pace xD I'll try not to be too teasing until we get there xD Take a several seats omg I cried when I read that xD So trueeeee thoooough xD I need to take several seats too. Jesus. I'm writing him steamy in the next chapter idc xD
I will always take my time and reply to you! I'm always kind of saddened by authors who don't reply to me, especially cause I'm also a one km kind of review gal xD I can't help but go overly analytic with my praise and criticism xD Feel free to enjoy the reply as much as the chapter! It's my pleasure to be this entertaining :P
All my best!

bookdragonslayer:
Hiii thanks for thr review!
Hmmm is he? Maybe xD Kenma is awfully like a child in his mannerisms in my head, but he's also very mature in his thinking process... idk if it makes sense? And the poor thing is weak in the morning, let him he babied xD
For now, he's realizing that he's physically attracted to her... as for more... well... let him process xD
Cheers!

Milo21:
Hello welcome to the story and thanks so much for the lovely comment!
I'm going to do my best to keep you entertained! :)

Valen Goncalvez:
Hello and thanks so much for leaving a wonderful comment!
I loved the domestic scene too much my feels...
Hohohoho team vs training begins xD there will be more complaining xD
After this beach experience I doubt that they will see girls running around, but more like trouble waiting to happen xD Kuroo will soon learn that Haru can turn any ground into a training ground: it's never safe for him!
Hope you enjoyed the quick update :)
Big kiss from Serbia! xoxo

kimikokimono:
Fuel requested, fuel received! Good luck with your studies :)
Btw, I'm totally using this story to cope with my exams as well xD
Feel free to use caps when you feel em :P
Cheers!

Potato-Faye:
Ikr me too! Domestic is sooo nice... They always have me going all awwww and gooey inside xD
Thanks for the review! Hope you enjoyed the update :)

Madama Crimson:
Hello again! Thanks so much for all the reviews! You all make my day :)
The domestic is killing me. I need more domestic in this fic xD in every fic! I shall make domestic shit happen xD
Kenma, as said in the series, is very perceptive. He knows that Haru isn't very comfortable with Kuroo and knows what kind of a girl she is, since they were in the same class the previous year. I figured he would definitely make certain that he was Kuroo's moral compass when it comes to touchiness.
As for the boys... you just kinda want to adopt them, right? Haru too xD well... she did? XD
In my head, idk why, Yaku has younger siblings xD in the franchise, he has that kind of protective yet strict attitude with Lev and Inuoka, and he's constantly moming the team, I figured that he would be the most likely to react and quickly misunderstood the conversation for the lewd one it could've been xD so glad you caught onto the things that I was showcasing! That made me super happy :)
Hope to head from you soon!

Omake

He tossed and turned, an uneasy dream ruining his normally nice ones. All the balls going to their side of the court were so hard to dig. The terrain was horrendous, full of rocks and small tufts of grass, which all threatened with a sprained ankle. To top it off, on the other side of the net, there was a horrifying silhouette of a man, stocky, yet with gangly arms. But, that wasn't what put him in a state of unease. The man was, in fact, gurgling incomprehensible noises, blood pooling from his open wounds, arms and torso full of infected gashes from an axe. Oddly enough, the man smelled of feet, quite profusely, as if the toes that had spent a day in a sweaty shoe were right under his nose. He actually gagged as he ran to dig yet another powerful spike from the zombie-like creature.

Then, a ball, no, a rock, slammed him right in the face and he startled, waking up.

Yaku sat up on his futon, breathing hard. There was a weight on his legs, which he had to squint to identify. Lev's legs were sprawled over his own, locking his ankles. Yaku scoffed, pushing them off and kicking the covers back over his cold feet. He ignored the sounds of Lev dreaming, which oddly sounded like the weird groans from his own nightmare.

But the stench! He had made certain that Lev took a shower the previous evening after training. There was no way that the smell was coming from him. The short libero stood, going to the bathroom to wash his face and get a drink. On the way back, he opened a window. That was when he noticed them. Two long white socks were settled on a heater, drying and positively contaminating the room with poison gas.

Yaku pushed down his urge to grab them and hurl them over the balcony, never to be seen again. Instead, his eye twitching in rage, the boy picked them up as if he was touching something disgusting and borderline dangerous and dropped them on the balcony floor.

He stayed by the window a while longer, waiting for the room air to clear up. Then, the short libero left the pane cracked open, deciding that he would A: not participate in ghost stories next time and B: request of Haru to never, ever, put him in a room with Lev again.

I actually had something similar to this omake happen to me. I'm so sorry Yaku. I'm so, so, so sorry.