I promised that the Fukurodani Camp would be interesting, and deliver I shall!

Chapter 25: Fukurodani Group Camp begins!

The van finally stopped. Haru turned around in her seat, looking to the back of the van. The majority of the boys were either asleep, or just waking up. Yaku, who was sitting next to her, didn't seem to plan on getting up. He was too busy snoozing on her shoulder with a rather serene look on his face.

"Morisuke, we've arrived," Haru gently shook him, trying to get him back to reality. But, all he did was murmur something about getting the drills done later. "Morisuke, wake up." Haru giggled at his stubbornness, especially considering that he had been the most talkative member of the team that morning.

"That's not how you do it," Kuroo smirked, passing them on his way out. "Here, let me show you," before Haru could object, Kuroo leaned down and then whispered into the libero's ear. "Yakkun, watch out! It's a jump floater!" Instantly, the libero hopped up, his arms rising in a perfect overhanded position. Unfortunately, the ceiling of the van wasn't tall enough to accommodate, making him hit his fingers against it with a dull thud, then yelp and drop back down into his seat. "All awake and ready." Kuroo laughed, leaving, his bag in tow.

"I'm sorry, Morisuke, I tried to stop him." Haru told the third-year as he grumbled, soothing his bruised hands in his lap as the rest of the van laughed.

"It's alright, I'll get him back." Yaku grinned at her, an evil look passing his face. He grabbed his bag and then extended his hand for hers, too, which she gave without protest. Haru knew by now that no matter what she said or how she reasoned, the boys wouldn't let her carry her own things.

"Thanks," she told him, the two leaving the van together. It was already sunny out, making Haru raise her hand to shield her eyes. They were standing in the parking lot of a large school, with multiple buildings. "Where are we?" She asked.

"Fukurodani Academy," Yaku supplied, motioning for her to follow him. "The Fukurodani Academy Group, comprised of themselves, us and two more schools, holds training during summer." The libero passed the entrance, and the two could see Kuroo's figure vanishing into the main building of the school. "Every week, we switch where the practice is held. It used to be just at Fukurodani, but other sports teams complained to the board and now we have to switch hosting."

"That must be a lot of paperwork," Haru frowned, already familiar with how any sports team got anything from the school. They would have to write a request, get it approved for a plan, then submit a detailed plan of activities, budget and everything else related to the usage of facilities. Sometimes, when the request was as big as this, they would have to go in front of the board and explain their needs and argue for their cause. She dreaded the week when Nekoma would be hosting, already.

"You have an idea of how much, at least," Yaku laughed. "Last year it was Kuroo and me doing it. I'm glad that we'll have you as back-up this year."

"Did Kinoshita chew you out?" Kinoshita Masao was the vice-principal at Nekoma High. Whenever anyone submitted any kind of request, he called them into their office and then proceeded to make conditions under which that request could be approved. Haru had gotten quite familiar with the man, and she didn't like him one bit.

"Urgh," By Yaku's reaction, he was familiar with the man, as well. "I don't want to see that man ever again in my life."

"Perks of being third-year?" Haru suggested as the two finally walked into the school, Yaku holding the door open for her.

"Not sure if anything about being a third-year is a perk, if I'm being honest," the libero shrugged, leading them to change their shoes and then down a few hallways. "It's mostly bittersweet and stressful." Haru was doing her best trying to remember where they were going, but she gave up after the tenth turn Yaku took. She would simply have to stick to one of the boys for the first day, at least.

"I'm a little anxious about it, myself," the girl admitted. At Yaku's questioning hum, she told him more. "I mean, the whole college choosing thing. My parents want me to do something sport related, like medicine or coaching. I want to go into photography, though." Yaku gave a sigh.

"My parents are adamant about me choosing business as my major," he told her as they walked up the stairs. "They're both in some kind of a business type of work. My father works in a big company and my mother at a bank. They're hoping for me to follow in their footsteps, but, honestly, I just want to play volleyball." He shrugged. "I don't know what I'm going to do yet."

"Shouldn't you try to decide as quickly as possible?" Haru asked him, giving him a worried look. Yaku smiled at her.

"I found a business school, with different major options, which has a good volleyball team," the libero said. "I'm going to apply for a scholarship there." Then, he moved closer to her, whispering. "Also, one of the people at that benefit you took us to gave me his card, said he saw our matches. He wants to recruit me to play for his team."

"Go pro?!" Haru balked, turning to Yaku with a huge grin. "That would be amazing, Morisuke! Just imagine it!" Yaku laughed, putting a finger to his lips.

"Shhh! Don't tell anyone," he made her promise and Haru nodded. "Kuroo and Kai haven't been scouted yet, so I want to keep it under wraps if possible. But, that's one of my options," Yaku suddenly stopped. "Here we are." He opened the door to the classroom and entered. Kuroo was already there, half naked. Haru couldn't help it. Her eyes went down his bare back to the edge of his shorts, where his boxers peeked out.

"Like what you see?" The third-year caught her staring, his usual smirk present. Haru blinked, refocusing.

"You're sexy as heck, Kuroo-sempai." That made him dissolve into a blushing mess, while Yaku laughed. Kuroo turned back around, showing them his back as he fished out a shirt from his duffle bag.

"Why don't you wait outside while we change, Haru?" That made Yaku completely lose his bearings.

"She needs to change, too, Kuroo." The libero wheezed, especially when he saw the girl's smug smirk.

"Well, she can do it in another classroom!" The captain fired back. When he rose, struggling for a second to pull his shirt on, a black one with short sleeves which looked awfully good on him, his face was still red.

"I'm fine just here," Haru smiled innocently. "That's, if you don't mind me changing here, Morisuke?"

"Not at all," Yaku smiled back, hearing Kuroo groan and mumble something to himself about cruel women. Haru took her bag from the libero, picking a desk to place it on. She tried to stay away from the windows, as well as Kuroo. He seemed ready to lose it, and she just didn't feel right teasing him any more than she already had.

Haru unzipped the duffel, finding a set of comfortable shorts and a T-shirt to change into. She knew she wouldn't be able to change her bra in front of the boys, but she had luckily been prepared that morning and worn a sports one. It was rather comfortable, compared to any other she owned. She unzipped her Nekoma sweats, slipping the top off, then slid off her sneakers. She could hear the two boys talking in hushed whispers, changing, as well.

With a deep, silent breath, Haru finally slid her sweats down, stepping out of them. She didn't want to admit it, but she was nervous about changing in front of Kuroo. Yaku, she really didn't mind. But, Kuroo. She knew the way he saw her now. And, she saw him in a similar manner. It was embarrassing, changing her clothes with him just a few desks away, able to turn at any second and see her in only her underwear. Haru reminded herself that she'd been naked and in her underwear next to him before. But, it wasn't during the day, with a well-lit room, her inner voice helpfully supplied, making her blush even more.

"Woah," Kuroo's voice remarked breathlessly, just as the shorts passed Haru's thighs and slid into place. "Looking good in those black panties. Sexy as heck." She knew what he was doing. He had peeked, she was sure, otherwise he wouldn't know that she was wearing black underwear. However, she knew that all he was doing was tossing her own words back at her.

"They're hot, aren't they?" Haru turned around to find Kuroo smirking at her, but his blush betrayed his true feelings. He was beyond embarrassed, as well. Deciding to be extremely evil and she grasped the edge of her long-sleeved shirt, slowly pulling it up. She didn't see the way Kuroo gulped, but she sure did spot him gawking at her sports bra like it was pure gold on this earth. He seemed rendered immobile and speechless, simply staring.

"Oh, for God's sake!" Yaku finally snapped, turning around only in his boxers, cheeks red as well. He turned Kuroo around, making him sit in a desk chair and then motioned for Haru to also turn. He couldn't help but blush an even deeper shade at the sight of her without her shirt on. "No peeking, either of you kids!" Haru was certain that she heard him mumble something that sounded awfully like 'just get married already, freaky bedheads' under his breath. The two couldn't help laughing.

"Haaaru!" The familiar yell made the girl's head whip around, grinning already. "Hey, hey, hey!" Sure enough, Bokuto was there in a pair of shorts and a shirt, arms wide. Akaashi waved over from his spot beside the wing-spiker.

"Bokuto!" Haru made a beeline for the Fukurodani Ace and jumped into his waiting arms. She had gotten much closer to the wing-spiker over the past month, texting with him and meeting up for snacks or coffee when they had the time. Akaashi had even invited her to study during the exams, which Haru had declined, saying that she didn't want to go all study Nazi on them.

"Looking spiffy!" Bokuto pulled the girl off the floor with ease, squeezing her gently and swinging her from side to side. Haru couldn't help but laugh.

"Bokuto-san," Akaashi murmured, getting their attention, "Kuroo-san looks ready to kill you, maybe you should let Haru go." Bokuto smirked, but allowed for the girl to slip from his grip and land on the ground. Haru glanced at Kuroo, too, seeing the stormy expression on his face, which he was desperately trying to hide by talking to Yaku and Kai.

"He looks proper pissed, alright," Bokuto laughed. Akaashi nodded.

"Might want to watch yourself, Bokuto," Haru giggled. "I may have been teasing him by saying you have more stamina than he does." The wing-spiker laughed boomingly.

"That's the truth, though!"

"Bokuto, who's this?" One of the Fukurodani players walked over to the chatting trio, smiling.

"Ah, Konoha, this is Haru," Bokuto told him, as if that explained everything. Akaashi sighed.

"She's the Nekoma manager." The setter supplied. Instantly, Konoha's eyes brightened and he walked over extending his hand. Haru took it and shook it.

"So those shrubs finally got themselves a decent, and pretty to boot, manager!" The boy laughed, looking Haru up and down. "I'm Konoha Akinori, wing spiker. Say, wanna go out sometime?" Haru laughed at that, but before she could reply Bokuto did.

"You can't date her Konoha, she's going to marry Kubroo!"

"You're dating Kuroo?" Konoha startled, letting go of her hand. "My bad!" He apologized.

"No, no," Haru was quick to reply, waving a hand. "I mean, we've talked about it, but, he says he wants to ask me out epically, after a big win in a game or something." That made Bokuto frown.

"God, I never pegged him to be such a sap," Konoha mused, smiling. "I guess that's nice, too."

"I'm gonna go set him straight!" All three of them had to hold Bokuto by the back of his shirt so that he didn't go over to Kuroo and do something drastic.

Haru ended up meeting the rest of the Fukurodani Boys' Volleyball Club as all of them were assigned tasks they needed to do in order for the camp to start the next day. Haru was in a group with Yaku, Kenma, Konoha and Komi, and they were tasked with cleaning up the classrooms which would be used as sleeping quarters. They spent the majority of their morning moving desks into temporary storage, cleaning the floors and making certain that all the school items were properly put away. With either Konoha or Komi with her at all times, she was safe from getting lost, too.

Kenma had, as expected, tried to slack off. Haru had even found him in the bathroom at some point, facetiming with Akari. Yaku was mostly pulling his weight around, hauling desks and cleaning with devotion. They took occasional breaks, during which they chatted. When Haru found out that Komi and Konoha were both third-years, she had quickly apologized for being informal and started addressing them as sempais, which they'd told her immediately to stop doing. They commented how in sports when you were born doesn't really matter, only if you're willing to try hard and be good at the game.

She found out that while he typically played wing-spiker, Konoha could also set and block quite well, which had earned him the nickname Jack-Of-All-Trades, though he disliked it. After a short discussion about the quote, Haru had told him that the full version ended with 'but oftentimes better than a master of one', which he immediately brightened upon hearing. She also told him that they had players who were similar to him at Nekoma, and that she thought it was a rather nice nickname.

Komi, on the other hand, had admitted that he liked napping after lunch and that he hoped that there would be opportunities for that. Konoha had quickly jumped it, saying how the third-year libero often got in trouble for sleeping through the class they had after lunch, which had caused mayhem. Altogether, Haru had enjoyed her time with the Fukurodani members.

They finally took a longer break for lunch, which was a time when Kenma mysteriously reappeared, joining them on their trip downstairs and to the cafeteria. There, the two teams sat together, mismatched and intertwined in their different colors of shirts and jersey bottoms. Haru ended up settled between Akaashi and Yaku, the former rather quiet and the latter chattering with the Fukurodani members as old friends. It was a rather nice, heartwarming scene.

"How do you like Nekoma, Haru?" Sarukui, the middle blocker of Fukurodani who sat on the opposite side of the table, asked her.

"Will you stay as manager next year, too?" Kaori asked from her spot next to him. Haru had found out that the other school had two managers, both third-years. While Kaori had been there since her first year, Yukie had joined later, in her second. They were friends from class and often did things together.

"I like the boys and the coaches," Haru answered honestly, making Yaku blush at the smile she gave him. The boy nudged her with his shoulder, commenting how she was being embarrassing. "I think I'll stay next year, too, if you guys want me to?"

"Of course!" Yamamoto, Lev and Inuoka were quick to yell out, proving that they had been eavesdropping on their conversation.

"Good, good," Sarukui grinned. "Nekoma needed a manager to handle these idiots." He laughed.

"It's like a zoo," Haru commented, making the listening first and second-years protest instantly.

Evening seemed to arrive in a blink of an eye. They spent the majority of the day working, making arrangements for futons to be spread through different classrooms so that the boys could sleep comfortably after hard training. They were given the option of choosing who to room with, which caused mayhem, mostly. There was a room board at the bottom of the stairs, where they could all sign in with a whiteboard marker. Already, Haru could see that Yamamoto had chosen himself a room with Yaku and Kai, joined by Kuroo and Kenma. On the other hand, Fukunaga was planning on sleeping in the same classroom as Sarukui, Bokuto and Akaashi, also joined by Inuoka and Lev. Though, the arrangements hadn't been fixed yet.

Kaori and Yukie came to pick her up from the classroom where she'd been helping Akaashi and Yaku with futons, Kenma texting in the corner quite content to sit the whole ordeal out. They explained how dinner would be their duty, and most of the other meals, as well. As the girls headed downstairs and into the back of the cafeteria, the two supplied her with necessary information. They told Haru about the best foods to make for the boys and where the closest convenience store was. They had a budget for ingredients which they could work around together.

"We can make a schedule for cooking, if you want," Kaori usually did the most of the talking, which Haru didn't mind. Yukie seemed nice enough, but Kaori was definitely the friendlier of the two. "Shinzen and Ubugawa have a manager each, Mako and Eri. They're really nice." Kaori opened the kitchen door, letting all three girls in. "You're going to love them! Though, I'm not sure about the new school. Torino, was it?"

"Karasuno," Haru corrected, making the older girl nod and laugh apologetically. "They have Shimizu, but she's told me that she's looking for a first-year to replace her next year. So, they might have two managers, as well."

"Oh, perfect! More people to divide the work," Kaori grinned, taking Haru to the fridge and showing her what they already had available. While they went through ingredients, the Nekoma manager noticed Yukie taking out some fresh peppers, washing them and shamelessly munching on them slowly. "Yukie, don't eat everything before we get started again, please." Kaori scolded, making the other girl and Haru laugh.

Eri walked down the corridor, towards the cafeteria, swinging her head side to side to the upbeat tune of the popular song coming from her earbuds. She knew her way around Fukurodani Academy well enough, from last year. The Ubugawa manager had been glad to hear that they would not only have the new Nekoma manager to help out that year, but also probably two Karasuno ones. She was a little eager to meet the two girls which hadn't arrived yet, happy to finally have some more women present during the training camps to chat with.

As she was reaching for the kitchen door, a hand grabbed her elbow, pulling her back. Eri whipped around, finding Kaori there with a smirking face. The older girl motioned for her to take out her earbuds.

"Shouldn't we start on breakfast prep?" Asked Eri, pocketing her music. "You know we're always late with breakfast until we do the basics in the evening." Kaori shook her head, snickering.

"Look, look!" She whispered eagerly, pointing through the cafeteria door window. Eri joined the girl, sneaking up to it and then peeking in. Sure enough, when her music was off, she could hear the tune coming from inside. It was one that reminded her of Western Europe, like Spain or Portugal, though Eri wasn't too good with geography. But, that wasn't all that was happening in the kitchen.

"Is that Kuroo-san?" Eri asked incredulously, eyes wide.

"It is!" Kaori gushed, putting her hands on her cheeks. "And Haru! They look so cute!" The Nekoma captain and manager were inside the cafeteria, in the area where the boys typically lined up in front of the kitchen window to get their food. With the free space from the tables and chairs, there was enough room for them to move around a bit, and that's just what they were doing.

Kuroo's hands held the girl like she was made of glass, one on her shoulder blade and the other grasping her own. They were swinging to the beat of the music, doing strange circles, the captain spinning the manager from time to time. Eri balked, not quite used to seeing either of them like that. The girl had such a bright smile on her face, laughing whenever Kuroo made a mistake, then gently correcting him and showing him how to do it at a slower pace. He, on the other hand, wasn't smirking like Eri was used to seeing him do. His smile was rather genuine, like he was actually having fun dancing through the odd movements of hand swinging and spinning.

"Are they dating?" Eri asked, head tilting to the side.

"Not that I know," Kaori replied, still amazed by the sight, "but they look super cute together!" She watched as Kuroo pulled Haru in close, from one of the spins, their bodies almost colliding, though she managed to stop that from happening, instead giggling at his mistake.

"Should we interrupt?" Eri asked, head tilting to the other side. Kaori quickly shook her head.

"I'll just text Haru what needs to be ready tomorrow morning and they can do it when they're done… with whatever that is." The two girls shamelessly huddled, peering out the window to the dancing duo.

"How long have you been here, watching them?" The Ubugawa manager wondered.

"At least half an hour." Kaori grinned. "And, I left Haru to clean up after dinner. I suppose Kuroo found her." She grinned at the other girl. "They're so cute together!" The two girls watched for a while longer, before Eri yawned and then managed to drag Kaori away from the window somehow. However, for Kuroo and Haru, the night didn't end there.

"Like this," she instructed, leading him into the spin and showing him how to pull her to him. He was using too much force when he drew her in, which she doubted was an accident. She had ended up in his arms, tightly held in his grip, a few too many times for that to not be on purpose.

"I think I've got the hang of the spinny one," Kuroo told her, leading her into the turn that he was describing and pulling her in perfectly. "It's the one with the arms crisscrossing that I'm having trouble with." Haru followed the steps easily, letting him lead for once.

"Try it again." She encouraged. And, he did. At the first opening where he could, Kuroo slid the hand from her shoulder to her own fingers, taking them and then spinning her in a circle, their arms still connected. Still, Haru ended up a little bit too close to him at the very end of it, her chest colliding with his gently. Though, it broke his rhythm, forcing him to take a step back to center himself. He had grabbed her around the waist, to make certain they wouldn't fall over again, as they'd done a few times already. "Once more," Haru instructed, leading him into one more spin. Though, this time, he didn't manage to center himself and their legs ended up tangling.

Haru found herself on top of Kuroo, yet again, on the cafeteria floor which they'd wiped clean what seemed like hours ago. They both laughed at the blunder, the boy holding her hips while her hands were on his chest, propping her up.

"I think the crisscross turn might just be too much for me," Kuroo admitted, letting his head fall back onto the floor.

"Kuroo, quick study of salsa, gives up?" Haru teased, which made him look up at her, those eyes a little too intense to be innocent.

"I prefer this, after all," he smirked at her and Haru suddenly became aware of all the place where their bodies were touching, rather intimately. He had her settled, hips against hips, on top of him. She thought about scrambling off of him, but that would just prove his point. So, instead, she gave into the moment, giving him a small coy smile.

"Me too," she told him in a low whisper and felt the shiver that went through his body at her tone. "Makes you think of all the things we could do if you would just ask me out."

"Yeah," Kuroo breathed out, hand reaching up and tucking a small lock of loose hair behind her ear. Then, his fingers went even further up, to her bun, undoing the hairband there. Haru's locks spilled all around the two of them, creating a curtain which seemed to shield them from the world, trapping them in their own moment.

"Are you ever going to ask me out?" Haru asked, looking down at the boy pensively. Kuroo shrugged, the movement jostling her. But, Haru had had enough of his idiocy. The warm, firm body underneath her own, the tender fingers in her hair, everything made her hyper-aware of him. "Alright," she nodded and then pushed herself up his body with one hand, leaning down.

"Haru, wha-" she shut him up by covering his lips with her own. It didn't even take him a second to reciprocate, which made her hum in content. God, his lips felt like everything she had imagined, but better. They were unusually soft, for a boy's lips, and warm. He was a good kisser, too, taking the lead in their intimate dance almost instantly. In fact, she felt like he was a starved man given food for the first time in a while by the way he eagerly moved his lips against hers, exploring the new territory, finding out what made her sigh and what made her gasp.

Kuroo's hand slid deeper into her hair, tugging on it gently and scraping her scalp. It was positively sinful and should've been illegal. It made her fingers grip his shirt as tightly as they could, tugging it to her. The hand on her waist remained awfully polite, simply staying still. But, Haru had had enough of his restraint. She'd had enough of his iron self-control.

In a single motion, she rolled her hips over his, which made him gasp out a strangled sound, that still hand flying down to her behind in an instant. God, that grip felt good, too. But, Haru reminded herself of what her goal was, gently pecking his lips one last time before pulling away. She looked at him, seeing the glazed gaze fixated on her, the parted lips, kiss-bruised and the blush on his cheeks which seemed oh so honest.

"Maybe you should ask me out sometime, then." She told him and then pulled away completely, standing up. She didn't wait for him to get up, but turned, leaving the cafeteria with a single parting sentence. "I'm going to bed." She left him there, just as bothered as she was, the single kiss not enough, and went to sleep in the girls' room, only to dream of those sinful lips the whole night.

I'm so sorry, I suck at writing these kinds of scenes, please give me feedback xD

Reviews:

Bookdragonslayer:
Thanks for the review!
Gosh, summer training episodes are some of my favorites! I'm gonna have a blast writing this part xD
Glad you did :D I like the idea of Nekoma being a little childish and betting hahhahah

Mixie18:
Thanks for the comment! Hope you enjoyed the chapter :D

Rosto'sGirl:
I think this chapter is finally making up a bit for what I've been putting you guys and Kuroo through xD
Haru has a weird family… But, don't we all? I hope it explains more of how she is :D Though, friends are a great support system, so I had fun writing that into her character :D
Jesus. Exams. I hate exams. They make me stress beforehand. Then, when I finally sit down to actually do the test, I'm totally chill xD But, the waiting and anticipation is hell xD 100% hell. xD You should see the size of my coffee mug… It's like twice normal size and always full during exam season hahhahah
Thanks xD Mostly, I think I've done well so far… I have one more next Saturday, and then Japanese and then the January exams xD It's gonna be fun hahahhaha
Hope you enjoyed the chapter!

Omake:

Kuroo sat on the floor, watching as Haru left him, hips swaying right under the tips of her curls as she closed the cafeteria door behind her. He sighed, hand going to rake through his hair. Then, he dropped back down on the cold tiles, welcoming the cool surface in hopes that it would calm him down. His body was on fire and his mind was aflame, thinking back to the way her soft form pressed against his so perfectly. The tight grip on his shirt seemed to still be there, like a ghosting touch, and his hand went up, settling on the spot. He had a painful problem that he knew wouldn't go away. She was going to be the absolute death of him, Kuroo realized.

"I'm in big trouble." He whispered to the empty cafeteria. He wasn't sure how long it took him to collect himself and get up, walking towards the bathroom first, to try and calm down. His heart was racing like it had run a marathon and he didn't know how to get it to take a chill pill. Shamelessly, Kuroo started thinking about how he could finally ask the girl out, so that he could get those lips back on his as soon as possible. He wasn't sure that he could survive without them, after all. Now that he'd had a taste, he just wanted more.

That's all folks!