A daily struggle of being girls with the Karasuno club and the whole Academy itself -or the one Kageyama wishes to term as, 'The daily struggles of Karasuno club with the girls.'

Fem!Tsukishima and Fem!Hinata paired with everyone. haha.

For some clarifications; Tsukishima is a virgin, Hinata just thought she wasn't so she retorted her an offensive remark basing from the fact that Tsukishima was beautiful and well-shaped.

"Look," Kuroo, for an exuberant man, would not be taken too seriously with the greatest discretion. Though when a man like himself who prides over with the glory of captaincy and optimized teasing arguably leans on a locker facing you –matters overturn to the worst.

Kenma had always felt his surrounding needed an exorcist when it came to dealing apathetically with a puerile being. Kuroo was and would be termed exactly like any demoniac being could be. His presence enough was castrating the pacification of his room, but for him to go around places Kenma was –it would be a blockbuster horror. But his own intuitions for support and assistance were needed almost instantly when it came to Kuroo, and other people such as Hinata herself.

There were differences when he did dealt with both of them; for Kuroo, he dealt with it shrewdly and critically. For Hinata, he had the sweetest tone and the most blissful comprehension.

"Just one more knock at the door and ask her straight away, then I'll leave you for good."

Kenma is shy, incapable of attaining more than two to three friends without the adherence of others. Though Kuroo wouldn't count as his support –he'd much rather call him an interruption, but the man brought the better of him when it came to finding what Kenma had desired and who he would be. For so many interferences in between his quiet mornings and drifting moments; Kuroo was always a bit more enthusiastic to refrain him from seclusion. He might be glad to offer help for that reason alone, yet Tsukishima Kei out of all people was way out of Kuroo's league. Not the other way around, surprisingly.

"How can I be so sure you're not going to afflict incoming inconveniences –Hinata-san wouldn't like that very much…probably the whole team wouldn't."

The man severed his withdrawal, forcing Kenma to look his way with the snap of his fingers; "That chibi-san wouldn't care any less –"

"Hinata-san would, she treasures her companions after all." Kenma interjected.

"But that's not the subject of our discussion here!"

He had a tacky plead Kenma almost gave in to, but nevertheless continued further away from his vicinity with the loud clang of his locker shutting. His eyes showed how much amenity was left (which was close to one), "Hinata-san is still a part of Tsukishima-san's life, so it would matter to discuss with it too."

At long strides, Kuroo caught up to tug his shoulder; "Okay maybe she is involved and all –but it doesn't matter once you knock at their share house, ask the glasses girl's number –"

"Tsukishima-san."

"Right, Tsuki…and if their crazy captain finds out, you just run the hell out before he goes catching you with his sniper or something."

"And that is why I wouldn't do a single favor for you," Kenma curtly replied, "Why are so hung up about Tsukishima-san, you couldn't even remember her name, and Hinata-san would never approve of me doing something like that –"

"Hey! Why do you always have to mention the girl shrimp all the time…are you…?"

"No!" he immediately resonated his opposition with delayed actions from some of his body, for a moment Kuroo remained inert from where he stood, Kenma eradicated the amount of pressure with silent tint of red creeping up his face, "I- I….I'm just gonna g…go right now and play my video games –"

"Do you actually like that girl?"

Kuroo's question made him stiff. His hands fidgeted through the courses of his actions remaining unpleasant and contemptible for the man's accusations. It wouldn't be termed as easily as that for Kenma, he couldn't find the phases of teenage spryness any less significant to him. However, no matter his animosity towards the denial, Kenma kept intact with the idea that he really might have something towards the girl. Hinata was the most subtle he could come up with to talk to; His lips parting every now and then to keep out the dire awkwardness when it was just the two of them.

Though one might presume that Kenma wouldn't really be that authentic with his varieties of feelings; he was confused for more than one thing. It started to get to him what he really wanted, what he desired –and for Kuroo's part, he might help him with that. But Kenma for some difficulties had another uncertainty when it came to his and Kuroo's relationship. It didn't feel right when Kuroo hopped to another girl, when he had someone else he's with other than Kenma. Yet Hinata at some point made him forget about Kuroo.

"Hold on," his thoughts were altogether shattered when the man took more than a second to process that, "…So you do like her right?"

Kuroo was always nosy about stuff, something that Kenma was glad of when it happened at this very moment. He was inwardly overjoyed when the man seemed concerned of him having feelings for another girl, something that created assumptions inside of him. But it all got a more inchoate severity when Kuroo only laughed it off and looked as much as overjoyed as he was before.

"What?" Kenma had his hands clenching.

"I…It's just, that's perfect! I mean, if you get Hinata… then I'd get Tsuki! Dude that would be the most perfect timing for me –Kenma? Kenma…?"

There are times he himself assumed a lot of things; the thickness of his confusion welling up to make him walk out of the scene where his friend was ecstatic for the situation at hand. Sometimes there were inconveniences meant for him too.

*/=/*

"One more!"

Balls and squeaks were enough to spry pettiness around; but the sound of a whiny shrimp had the most contribution for that factor of cacophony. Or so he thought.

"Just let me rest for a minute –"

"One more!"

"Shut up damn it!"

Kageyama's opposition and defiance would rather much suit a bicker of more frivolous noises. No matter how appreciable the content of her determination was, Kageyama wouldn't want to blend in that much. They had hours of setting, tossing, and spiking –but she never grew tired of it. Some other times he remained servile and approved for the better of their team's winning rate. The rest of the moments were for ineradicable friskiness of Hinata's complaints –which he could not withstand with more than a minute.

"Just rest for a moment and then w-we'll go again, look, Kageyama-kun's very tired –!?"

Yachi was interjected with the sound of the ball stopping in motion. Everyone averted a gaze towards the center of the net; Tsukishima being as uncooperative as she was came from out of his view to suddenly quell Hinata's spike.

"Bring it, shorty." The blonde had her hair untied for most of the part, her hair wavering with the dramatic entrance of Enoshita opening the door and closing in an instant.

Kageyama would have been annoyed by her provocation if it was pointed to him, but her smugness was emitting out of his proximity (which was tremendously fortunate for the rest). Though it he wouldn't lie if he acknowledged Hinata's tantrum of dismay right now.

"Man, they're at it again. Seriously, if those two could act just like normal girls –they'd be the best of friends."

"Maybe even sisters." Asahi added the statement, gaining a perseverance of amenity from Enoshita.

They would be right for that idea, but Tanaka rigorously remarked his contempt with a bark of laughter; "No, no, no –I…I cannot imagine them being normal –or being sisters for that matter!"

"Bastard! You wouldn't know unless it does come true –" And Nishinoya followed suit with a stifled bliss.

Their kind of chaos never really mattered to Kageyama, for as long as he kept unattached with the girls' both idiosyncratic relationship, he'd still be in pieces. But to him he had a different view of them; just as what Yachi would comment about how Hinata was the sun and Tsukishima being the moon. He had a whole different perception towards the metaphor –it was the complementation with each other.

Hinata would bring about the best light from Tsukishima's dim moon, but in return Tsukishima would help in a way were she would utilize that light for the better. Though Kageyama couldn't oppose to defy that idea with a laugh. To him, their relationship seemed a bit more than being rivals in the court; they may be friends with a different treatment with each other, but friends nonetheless.

"Oi! Kageyama! Give me a toss to shove something off her face!" Hinata bravely pointed at the girl. Both the faces crunching into distaste.

"I could take two shorties at once. But if you carry Hinata you might be able to top my height." She grinned intentionally, "Though…Hinata hasn't been on a diet, you might have problems with her weight."

"Oi! Tsukishima, that's crossing the line."

"Oh, I apologize Tanaka-san, I might have overstepped my boundaries –"

"At least I'm not called a slut by everyone!"

"Hinata-san!" Yachi gasped by the sidelines, the incredulous frantic inside her mind. The captain wasn't around yet to witness them, Shimizu and Sugawara hadn't finished tying up the knots with their incoming ballroom party. And Yamaguchi –who would be needed for this matter alone, was out to help the rest of the second-years for the agreement practice match with Nekoma from the other court across –which would be why the coach and the advisor decided to remain absent in this kind of critical predicament.

Simplified to Kageyama's restraint; they were doomed. And the peacemakers are gone for the better good.

"What did you say?"

Hinata gnawed her clenches, the brows indiscreetly taunting, "Everyone knows how much guys you seduce with your b-body! Y-you act like you don't care but you actually like the attention – And you're always such a stick-up acting smart all the time –"

Despite the antagonizing statement, Tsukishima had her placidness mixed with slight venom, "Are you slut-shaming me? Because if that is what you're doing its needless for you to continue any further – I know very well how inferior you could be to go beyond your boundaries."

"Shut up! Stop taunting me all the time! I don't care about my weight! And Kageyama can still pick me up even if I'm this fat!"

"Well then why do you have to be so crude about it if you couldn't care any less!"

"Because…B-because nobody likes you Tsukishima!"

Actually, scratch that. Kegayama's laughable metaphor and perspectives were way out for to fit the scenario at hand. There was void in all of the gaps for their severed relationship, and their indisputable hatred wasn't going to stop just there.

"O-oi…That's not gonna fix everythi –"

"Shut up!" they made him step back further with a united voice (for the very first).

Kageyama was surprised no one was taking action for an end, but he guessed it was for their own good to sort it out themselves –Tsukishima picked up the ball and had it blowing near the girl's cheeks. A grim face of havoc about to ensure more disaster –or not.

"Hey! Tsukishima! Hinata! Stop that –"

"One more…" if it weren't a heavy tension for now, Kageyama might have seen Tanaka ogling over how long Tsukishima's hair had grown, "If you ever call me that again, I swear it would be the last time we'll be seeing each other."

Hinata had slight skepticism, her eyes clearly concerned, "W-well…fine! So what if you quit –"

"Oh, I wasn't planning on quitting." She glowered above the shorter one, "I was planning on killing you –"

"Tsukishima!" Enoshita curtly came in between them, his eyes glaring for how much he'd put up to this non-mediocre situation. Thankfully they withdrew their insults, stepping back with Tsukishima heading towards the exit. Hinata, on the other hand, picked up the balls for continuity.

"Do as you wish! Unless I do it first!"

"I just said I'd do it first! How could you kill me if you're already killed dumbass!"

"S-shut up! I can come back as a ghost and kill you!"

"That's absolutely idiotic!"

"See me try!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

And the doors closed off in an instant.

*/=/*

She didn't mean it, she swore she never wanted to say something us indiscreet and hurtful as that. Sometimes Hinata had to bear the pressure too much from her class that it came to pour down on volleyball, or someone she doesn't see practicing for volley ball (Tsukishima to be very specific). Though it was half her fault to antagonize her with a block –but then it wouldn't be counted as one when she really was offering support for her to practice her spike…

"Damn it!" She crumpled her papers altogether to gain the gibberish murmurs and muses to her. Hinata mumbled an apology, her hands clenching under her desk and the fretting mauling inside her head. If it weren't that hard to apologize to anyone, she would have done it in an instant subsequently after they fought –but Tsukishima was a whole different level. She would need the patience lasting perpetually until they finally made up and fight again –but not the level of fight such as this.

"Hinata! What's gotten into you?" Lev came to her, she had an urge to swat him away, but fighting with two people in a day was overturning a lot more things, "You okay? I hear you got into a fight with Tsukishima-san –"

Hinata winced, "…Y-yeah…"

He stared at her for a moment, sighing in discontent, "Man… it must be really bad for that to happen."

"Half of it was her fault anyway!"

"Okay! Okay! Relax a bit more could you?" he gnashed his fingertips on the table, finally swaying his gaze to look at the wooden texture itself, "By the way I haven't seen Kageyama anywhere around you, did you two broke up or something?"

"We weren't dating you bastard!" Hinata slammed her palms, slowly setting down again and mumbling gibberish for the noise, "He went out somewhere to pass his homework, apparently he doesn't care that his friend over here needs his company…"

"Man…you two must really be dense…" Lev rested his head on the table, sitting across her and gazing beside the noisy groups. Hinata stretched and did the same.

"H-hey…" she called out a muffled maundering tone, Lev responded with a hum, "Do you think…maybe he likes me too?"

"Don't worry; he's too dense for his own good." Lev, for the first time, was nothing near ridiculous or stupid. To him there were those moments he himself he wished the 'He' Hinata was referring to was him. And not Kageyama Tobio. Though, inconveniences happen all the time for Lev.

*/=/*

'Slut'

It was written all over her locker. She wiped it off with one try, before coming to her senses and realizing it was paint. It wouldn't be avoided that it started for her to be at this state. Her breathing hitched, but she kept with it and opened her locker.

Numerous times she hoped someone would perpetrate a better teasing than this, though she always got distracted with the idea that not only girls would do something to slut-shame her. It came about that there were rude homosexuals after all, some that evinced their clear purpose the instant they find out their candy's about to get eaten by someone else.

Hinata had her voice running to idly maul her thoughts. It did sting a bit, the pungent taste of contempt she received anywhere. No matter how vulgar and primitive their taunting was, it still abashed Tsukishima. The denial of her self-conceited personality forsaking the ideal blunt remarks and responses; she held her chest for a moment, the heavy breathing augmenting now and then, "Ouch…"

"Must be tough," Kuroo came out of nowhere to pronounce his sympathy –how extravagant. When she closed the locker she knew better than to leave without giving a care, but the man was discreetly leaning for his own will.

"What do you want?"

"Don't try to act tough on me lady."

"I don't need your sympathy."

"You'd get it anyway."

He dragged her in an instant, his arms piquantly caressing her frail body. Kuroo, was exuberant to many things but one –he was pitiful and sympathetic at the same time. An altogether assistance of moral support and empathy when needed; he gave warmth to her cold and aloof greeting.

Tsukishima had a tenuous grip on him, the thought of physical contact with another man would get her in trouble, but hugging was a choice lest she was willing to suck her pride and look right in front of the crowd along the hallway with embarrassment.

He felt her stifled a sigh muffled upon his shoulder, "Kinda bad for a pretty girl to cry."

"Who the hell are you?" Tsukishima replied.

It only took a moment before the both of them actually felt ticklish with the amount of musing vitality around them. Kuroo, had one choice but to stick his tongue out when Bokuto passed by with a smug grin. The owl-like being raised both his brow together;

'You banging her already?' He mouthed towards the man.

'No…But this is actually better –dude, her breasts are so bouncy!'

Bokuto stifled a snicker, silently leaning on the wall across them with enough distance; 'What's with the face?'

It was no doubt that in the middle of the crowd one could get a sour face of hatred directed towards their selves;

'I think I'm having a boner!' was what Kuroo wished his friend would read out.

That was by far –Bokuto's thought – the most inconvenient experience possible.

*/=/*

"So," Daichi had a tentative voice, "I heard from Kageyama you two got into a fight."

The girls looked at each other with contempt, unified with their every move being altogether exacted at the same time. Their fingers twitched when they pointed at each other,

"It was her fault!"

And many more inconveniences for the captain.

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I really hated this but whatever…