A/n: I did say it'd only take two chapters but… I kind of want to make everything clear. And uh, take a break from all those porn-y shenanigans y know. Anyway, this is only a short epilog about their lives after.

Everything still seems very surreal to him.

He wakes up every day, walks to school as usual, and goes to volleyball practice with his team; the same routine every day.

The only difference is, maybe, the way Tsukishima links their hand together when they walk to school or back home.

The fact that Tsukishima is now his boyfriend still feels like a dream for him.

"I'm sorry our first times had to be with those… "Yamaguchi trails off, closing his mouth shut when he's unable to come up with anything good. Tsukishima stares at him flatly before breaking into a soft, knowing smile.

"Can you not bring that up when we're in a bed together?" He says sternly, but the smile on his face betrays his tone. "Besides, it's not like I care. I'm not that shallow,"

"Sorry Tsukki," Yamaguchi says, "But you're still my first, um, my first love." He admits bashfully, cheeks ablaze. Even after all those stuff he did with Tsukishima, this kind of talk still manages to embarrass him. Tsukishima blinks at him, completely taken aback. He licks on his lips nervously and swallows before answering.

"You're also… mine," He confesses.

Yamaguchi beams like he never before, and Tsukishima can almost see the stars twinkling in his eyes. "F – For real?"

Tsukishima only nods his head slightly, his entire face beet red.

"For… how long?" Yamaguchi pushes himself up and props his body with his elbows, leaning down to meet Tsukishima's eyes.

"I… uh…" Tsukishima scowls, raising his hand to hide his face. "Since… middle school, I guess."

If Yamaguchi was sparkling back then, he's definitely glowing now. "Oh… Oh wow. I… I never knew." He giggles excitedly.

Tsukishima narrows his eyes at his boyfriend and resists the urge to push his face away because he's completely, utterly, embarrassed. It's not fair when he's the only one who feels humiliated, he thinks. "What about you?" He asks in return, scolding his face back to his usual expression.

"Oh," Yamaguchi looks up to the ceiling. "The middle of our first year of high school… I think?"

"What," Tsukishima shoots him a look of remorse.

"Aww, Tsukki, are you embarrassed?" Yamaguchi leans in closer with a mischievous smile on his face, but Tsukishima whips his face away. "You were really cool once you finally take the club activity seriously so I –"

"Shut up Yamaguchi," Tsukishima bites sharply, pulling his blanket and turning his body around. "Just, shut up."

Yamaguchi sits up, feeling a tad bit guilty, but when he sees the tip of Tsukishima's ear glowing red, he slowly unwinds. He melts into the bed, throwing his arms around Tsukishima's waist.

"I love you so much, Kei."

Kuroo always wakes up earlier than Oikawa, no matter how tired he was. Usually, he'd take a quick shower and just leave like that, maybe he'll text Oikawa once he arrived at the university; but today is not that usual day.

He peels himself from the warm, cozy bed, but his movement is limited by the pair of pale arms around his waist.

Oikawa never hugs him in his sleep before.

He hesitantly reaches out for Oikawa's head and caresses him fondly. The more he looks at it, the more he realizes that Oikawa is beautiful and radiating, and it takes him years to finally figure it out.

Oikawa rouses awake slowly, humming to Kuroo's bare torso. He's always been a heavy sleeper; Kuroo, at least, knows that much. He requires about five to ten minutes to wake up completely – and by then he'd still be at daze, not his usual dazzling self.

But today, somehow, after a few seconds had passed, Oikawa slowly opens his eyes. He blinks to adjust his eyes and looks around in bemusement before lifting his head to see Kuroo. His lips gradually curve up a smile.

"You're still here?"

Kuroo cocks an eyebrow. "Uh, yeah. I don't have class until the afternoon so, why bother." He answers casually.

"I see." Oikawa says, "Good morning then, Kuroo."

"Good morning." Kuroo easily relaxes into a smile too. Oikawa ogles at him in amazement before breaking into a giggling fit.

"I wonder how long it has been since we last say that to each other."

"Pretty long…" Kuroo drawls, dragging his gaze to the wall in front of him. "Guess we're getting old."

"You're getting old." Oikawa pulls his hands and rolls into his back. "I'm still perfectly young and fit,"

"Yeah."

They both stay in an awkward silence – Kuroo staring distantly at the wall in front of him while Oikawa looking up at the roof above them. If they both were to be honest with themselves, the whole situation with the Karasuno's second years was pretty whacky and silly, now that they think about it. Their relationship was already peculiar from the start, and what they did back then wasn't actually helping them grow mentally. If anything, everything seems to hit rock bottom by now.

Kuroo doesn't like it. He needs to do something.

He pulls at the hem of the blanket to his hips. "Don't you ever get tired?" He asks, breaking off the resounding silence.

Oikawa tilts his head a bit in his direction, but Kuroo won't budge from where he's staring blankly. "Of what?"

"Of… this," Kuroo supplies flatly.

Oikawa frowns at him, completely puzzled. "…What?"

"You know…" Kuroo sighs, finally turning around to face his friend. "Being friends with benefits."

Oikawa's brows shoot up and his jaws slack. He looks a little dumbfounded. "So what are you suggesting?" He asks quietly, without any ill-intention.

Kuroo pauses for a while, contemplating. "I dunno," He shrugs, "Maybe, go out with me? Please?"

Oikawa's mouth droops open, more in amusement than anything. He fumbles for his pillow before throwing it at Kuroo's ever unchanging face.

"Oof – what's that for!?" Kuroo snarls with his head tipped back as the pillows falls to his laps.

Oikawa snickers impishly, using his hand to cover his gradually reddening face. "You nerd,"

a/n: im working on mbias i swear