Yamaguchi wakes up to his phone crooning "She Loves You, Yeah, Yea-" and just lays there a moment in sleepy denial, the dregs of a dream involving Oikawa adoringly counting his freckles for some reason just starting to drift away. Parting his mouth slightly, he let out the most wretched sounding yawn he'd ever heard, a mix between a crow's caw and a cat's yowl. Shutting his mouth quickly, he tried to distract himself with his phone.
((ര̀ٯര́) Tooru Said: look what my ma found in the paper this morning wwww)
Blinking groggily at the text, he pondered what exactly would make Oikawa wake him up at... Squinting at the numbers on his phone's clock, he made out a "6:18". What was so important Yamaguchi had to be woken up at buttfuck in the morning the day they headed to the final tournament? Sliding his phone to unlock it, he stared at the picture for a moment. And another moment. And another.
((ര̀ٯര́) Tooru: did I tell you they matched? I noticed a while ago, but I think I forgot to tell anyone but Iwa-chan)
(Yama-chan: WAit. This is real? Tooru! He helped us, why didn't you say anything?)
((ര̀ٯര́) Tooru: sorryyy Dashi, I totally forgot because you won yesterday~ on the bright side, you can tell him when you see him! (ര̀ٯര́))
(Yama-chan: You're pushing this on me? I am telling Iwaizumi the second I figure get his email! don't think I won't!)
((ര̀ٯര́) Tooru: Dashi pls dont do this to me think of our child and also how are you going to get it)
(Yama-chan: Tooru, I am certain Kageyama has it. Don't even lie. Also what child when did this happen)
((ര̀ٯര́) Tooru: u kno our child. the puppy I let you name)
(Yama-chan: What puppy? When did I name a puppy?)
((ര̀ٯര́) Tooru: oh right. surprise! It's a girl puppy you get to name here's a picture)
(Yama-chan: I'm leaving)
(Yama-chan: Also we're naming her Hotaru.)
((ര̀ٯര́) Tooru: ok Dashi~)
Ushijima wakes quietly that morning, sleeping in to seven o'clock instead of getting up in time for his usual crack of dawn jogging. In a way, it was what little sulking he allowed himself after a lost match to recuperate. Groggy with over-sleep, he lifted his head from his pillow and sighed out his nose. He woke to the soft sounds of his parents moving around in the kitchen, which he heard so rarely these days. Always so busy.
The sound of a blender whirring drew him far enough out of his thoughts to make him shuffle out from under the sheets, slowing down as he eased his bare feet onto the chilled floor.
The smell of coffee drifts down the hallway, and Ushijima scrunches his nose up in distaste. Why did papa drink that every morning? Caffeine wasn't even good for you. Quietly walking into the kitchen, he straightened up suddenly when the blender whirred to life right next to him.
"Wakatoshi, you're up." His mother's voice was rough with sleep, and her eyes were halflidded like his. Even at this hour her hair was neatly tied back and her work clothes were spotless. Perhaps because she worked in a top billing firm as a Junior Partner, perhaps because she had always done things that way.
"Waka-chan, g'morning..." Papa mumbled, espresso cup dangerously jiggling where it rested against his lips, still steaming. He didn't look like much, slumped over like he was, but he was actually three centimeters taller than Ushijima if he stood straight (which he never did). "S' where's this Hinata boy..."
"What do you mean?" Accepting a glass from his mother, he let her pour him some of her 'shake'. Banana, milk, vanilla, and two raw eggs made enough for the both of them. "He's heading off to the finals in Tokyo today, I assume."
"I thought you'd at least introduce him before he left, Wakatoshi." Mother huffed slightly, face blank but eyes disapproving.
"Why?" Ushijima tried to think to why they would want to meet Hinata Shouyou. Sure, he'd been beaten by the boy, but it wasn't the first time Shirotorizawa had been defeated. And why Hinata in particular?
"Why, you say..." His papa murmured, setting the paper on the table. His finger lingered on the picture of Ushijima and Hinata turning away. Staring at it, Ushijima raised an eyebrow slightly. "What color is his soulgem, Waka-chan?"
"Orange and black," Answered automatically, while he was still studying the picture.
"And what color is your soulgem?"
"...Uhm." He hadn't actually looked at his soulgem in... years, really.
"The same," His mother sighed, stalking around the table to tap this picture herself. "Somehow I knew this would happen."
"It's only because you did the same thing, dear," Papa chuckled before turning his gaze back to Ushijima. "History repeats itself in the oddest ways. Congratulations, Waka-chan, you found your soulpartner. Or rather, some photographer did for you."
"On a scale of "huh" to "what the fuck", how do you think Hinata will react to being told Ushijima has his soulgem?"
"...Yamaguchi." Tsukishima muttered, pausing in the motion of pulling his headphones up before lowering them back down slowly.
"Yes, Tsukki?" Yamaguchi wasn't look at him, but at his phone, which was unusual in itself. He only fidgeted with his phone like this when he was extremely nervous. Tsukishima could practically see his ahoge twitch with anxiety..
"When did you find this out, exactly?"
"This morning. Tooru sent me a picture," Tsukishima still was a bit sore with Oikawa for taking half of Yamaguchi's admiration, and internally pouted at the adoration Yamaguchi said his name with, "and said he'd already suspected, so. You don't read the paper either, huh?"
"Oh." Tsukishima rubbed his eyes tiredly, glasses shoved to his hairline. "Shit a brick."
"Tsukki?!"
"He's going to shit a brick. God." Yamaguchi was looking at him for an explaination now, so he added, "How long has Hinata been looking?"
"Since... Elementary?"
"How many people has he helped match up?"
"Let's see. You and Kuroo, me and Tooru, Kageyama and Kenma, Bokuto and Akaashi, Ukai and Takeda, technically all the seniors..." Yamaguchi paused before paling. "That's... that's a lot of people."
"And that's just in the past few months." Letting his glasses drop back down, Tsukishima straightened back up. "He's going to shit a brick, because he didn't find out about Ushijima himself. I'm not even going to ask why Ushijima didn't say anything. I am going to sleep through all of it, and you are going to help me until Kuroo can take over."
"Okay, Tsukki!" Yamaguchi automatically responded, before shuddering. Maybe someone else could break the news before he got the chance? Hinata was always so happy, until he finally got pissed. He really didn't want to deal with Hinata's murderous gaze and terrifying silence.
[At the school, Ukai sneezed softly into his handkerchief. That poor coach, he hadn't even really wanted the position in the first place, and now look at the shit-storm heading his way.]