OMG guys I am SO sorry! I have literally had no time this year and whenever I have I've been too exhausted to write and have literally just ended up watching Bleach because it's easy to watch and not complicated ahahahXD (also FINALLY got up to season 7 my gods there are so many episodes!;))

Anyways, I actually wrote this back at Christmas but never got the chance to proof read it, so sorry if it sounds a bit crappy… also I think I got a bit carried away with the story lmao but who cares! I enjoyed writing itand that's the most important thing!XD

Part 17

Out in the corridor:

"Bokuto shut up! We're all aware you were the only one chosen from Fukurodani… gods knows why…" Yaku mumbled to himself.

Bokuto grumbled incoherently under his breath for a moment, before replying with, "You toast me more than Akaashi."

"Toast?" Kuroo inquired amused, a sudden gleam in his pale brown eyes.

"Ooo does he butter you up afterwards too?" Yaku sniggered playfully.

"ROAST! I MEANT ROAST!"

"Ooo! He roasts you too? Is that with a few wet drops of oil, or a smothering of seasoning, or both?" Kuroo chuckled at his own bad attempts at sexual innuendos.

"NO! I MEANT…wait… what? Oh yeah… cos I was meaning the roast as in 'oooo you got owned!'" Bokuto flung his hands out and did a half squat as if to demonstrate, 'You know? That kind of thing. Not as in you roast a chicken or meat or something, like you know-"

"We knew Bokuto." Yaku and Kuroo cut him off with lamenting sigh. Nishinoya and Tanaka sniggered in the background.

"Oh… yeah?" Bokuto's face took on a severe offensive, before his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Suga made the typical sympathetic mother face in the background and patted him on the back.

Bokuto purely blinked, shrugged and carried on cheerfully walking.

"Yes…" The whole group seemed to collectively sigh at the cute and innocent owl, apart from four simpleton first years…

"Huh?" Lev, Inouka and Hinata frowned at each other. "I don't get it…"

Kageyama merely blinked.

"Shhhh!" Yamamoto swivelled round to face the group and, in a rather severe manner, motioned slicing under his chin.

"You gonna cut our heads off?!" Lev cried out precipitously.

"IT MEANS SHUT UP!" Daichi roared.

The group went stock still.

"Well… that sort of worked." Suga raised his eyebrows, a small smile dancing on his lips.

"Bit hypocritical though." Kuroo noted, running a hand with an unknowingly stylish flair through his still thickly gelled hair.

Daichi merely glowered somehow sweetly at his fellow rival.

The corridor was dimly lit and deathly quiet. There were no blinds on the large windows that spanned the length of the main corridor they were walking down. But, even with this opportunity for light, the moon was shuffling in and out of the clouds, making the corridor look like an intricate patchwork of light, dark and greys and meaning that the group were submerged in almost total darkness every few seconds.

Shuffle, slap, shuffle, slap: even with soft soled shoes, or even just socks, their footsteps were loud on the lino tiled floor, sounding even louder in the stillness- they were far from the boys' room and the teachers guffaws and blustering chatter now.

Yamamoto winced at every step they took.

Creeeaaaaak.

Hinata gasped and shot towards Kageyama, "What was that?!" His voice cracked awkwardly.

"Pfft! BWUAHAHAAHA HINATA YOUR VOICE!"

"Hey! Shut-up Tanaka-san!" The little orange haired crow grumbled furiously, flushing a noticeable red even in the darkness.

"Dumbass Hinata; it's probably just a door."

"Probably?" Noya shuddered, "Oooo! It could be a ghost!"

Lev, Hinata, Bokuto and Inouka all jumped, their faces turning rapidly white.

"Oh Noya-kun, stop winding them up!" Suga stepped forward with a soft smile, "There're no ghosts in the school. It's just an old door creaking."

"Why would it be creaking unless someone was pushing it Suga-san!?" Hinata stared up at his Senpai with big wide eyes, his riveting fear reflected in his chocolate brown orbs.

"It must be a ghost!" Tanaka cried out, clutching his hands.

"No you mention it… there have been stories that one the night of the full moon; dead students come wandering back to haunt the school, in this very block!" Bokuto cried dramatically.

Lev, Hinata and Inouka all screamed and cowered together like a huddle of penguins. The others merely raised their eyebrows.

"Or one of the teachers going to the toilet and opening a creaky door, idiots." Kageyama deadpanned, "C'mon runt let's go and get this phone of yours back." He grabbed Hinata from his penguin huddle and began walking down the rest of the corridor.

"Oy Kageyama! Stop calling me runt! Idiot king!"

"HUH? WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" Kageyama twisted Hinata round to face him by his shirt.

"I said you were an idiot king! Ghosts are real y'know and scary!"

"Don't be stupid!"

"It's not stupid! I'll prove it to you!"

"And how do you plan on doing that, idiot?"

"I don't know yet! But I will do!"

"Dumbass." Kageyama began to walk back down the corridor.

"Bigger dumbass." Hinata pouted as he followed.

"Biggest dumbass."

"Biggest-est-est-est-est dumbass."

"Huh?! That's not even a word!"

"Well I made it up!"

"Well then it's not a proper insult so I win! Hah!"

"Oh yeah?"

"I don't understand how those two are in a relationship." Kuroo stared at them in disbelief.

"Who knows? They're both mad anyway." Daichi shrugged nonchalantly.

"I feel like they have alter-egos." Noya mumbled while Tanaka nodded in agreement.

"Yeah… one side is loving and caring and the other one just… madness."

"I'm glad being in a 'relationship' hasn't changed them." Suga beamed almost proudly at his two bickering crows.

"Anyway… should we depart? The others are gonna get worried…" Kuroo slapped Yamamoto on the back and the group continued.

Xxxxxxxxxxx

A minute later…

The group took the stairs down to the girls' room, past the great kitchens and dining area and into the windowless but lamp lit corridors of the ground floor.

"We're approaching." Yamamoto took a deep breath as they rounded a blank wall and stepped into the hall that the girls were situated on, passing a run-down vending machine tucked into the corner as they went. Its paintwork was peeling off in steps and flakes onto the floor below. The sinister thing was that it looked like thick nails had run down the side of the machine, perhaps those of a vampire, or a werewolf.

"Ghosts…" Hinata whimpered.

Kageyama seemed to take pity on him at last and squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. "If they existed, which they don't, I'm here so you don't need to worry. But they don't exist so stop being an idiot."

Hinata ignored the insult and uncharacteristically mumbled, "Thank you…."whilst rubbing his sweaty palms on his shorts.

The group seemed to collectively shudder at the horror movie atmosphere that had befallen them.

"Never works by the way." Bokuto informed cheerily, heedlessly punching a hole in the rather feverish and exciting mood.

"Good to know." Yaku replied dryly.

The two shot friendly dagger eyes at each other.

"Didn't think you two would get so hung up by each other… you've been shooting snarky comments at each other all night," Kuroo said, for once speaking with mild surprise; a rarity in the prideful captain.

"Well… he's like you soooo… what do you expect?" Yaku winked mischievously.

"I find that comparison offensive I'll have you know Yaku." Kuroo pouted, "Bokuto is a simpleminded and rather immature boy."

"UYHHHHH? HEY HEY HEY?"

"SHHHH!"

"Good." Yaku beamed at his fellow third year, the two of them ignoring the owl, who'd had nothing but insult after insult all the way down. It was okay though, the group knew they'd get it back in the neck later when he would moan non-stop about it to Akaashi.

Kuroo slapped Yaku irritably on the shoulder, quietly and therefore softly given that they were now right outside the girls' room.

"Ooo, what was that soft stroke I felt just then?" Yaku gazed nonchalantly round the hallway, even bothering to bend down and inspect the carpet, as if the culprit were some small creature that had tried to escape under everyone's feet.

Kuroo sucked in a large breathe, "Right!" He whispered loudly, taking a threatening step forward, "You asked for it-"

But he was hastily stopped by a responsible Daichi, who placed a strong hand on his arm, before turning pointedly to Yamamoto who'd begun to convulse in the corner.

"You're good man, you can do this!" Noya braced his shoulders tightly, while Tanaka massaged his head through the bushy forest of blonde. Yamamoto's face had turned pale and sweaty; his breaths had turned into large gasping gulps. The 'girls room' was off-guards on a normal day, unknown territory, a foreign place of innocent laughs and bright smiles… and now he was going to attempt to SNEAK into it UNOTICED while they were SLEEPING AND VULNERABLE.

He'd have the nickname of volleyball camp paedophile for life.

"We believe in you Tora! Face this dreaded task for Hinata!"

"The poor damsel! If it helps pretend he's your girl man!"

Hinata made a face at this but Lev took it literally, as usual, and proceeded to lift him up into the sky, almost scraping him against the ceiling his arms were so tall, "Become a damsel Hinata!"

"Ahh!" Hinata threw back his head and flopped in Lev's arms, shutting his eyes tight and crumpling up his face into an agonised expression.

"Just look at the poor soul!" Noya cried out, clutching onto his now half- frozen friend's red, Nekoma T-shirt, "Can't you do anything to save the guy Tora?"

Kageyama frowned at the image, "Dumbass Hinata."

"Pffft!" Suga burst into uncontrollable giggles and, in trying to force himself to stop, ended up choking on his own spit.

"Fight Suga, fight!" Daichi thumped his back, issuing typical volleyball words of encouragement.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm doing this for my beautiful girl! My Hiyori!" Yamamoto continued, the medical disaster going unnoticed, so 'twas his heart that set on the task that layeth before him!

With Suga blinking hard, tears from the choking disease trailing down his face, Yamamoto turned to face the door and all looked towards him. The room was dark inside, for it had taken so long to get to the bloody place there had been so much trailing off of conversation that it was now 10:43 precisely and the teachers had ordered all lights to be out sharp by 10…. Oops!

"Here I go…" Yamamoto placed his shaking hand on the door handle, "Right Yachi-chan is in the corner…, below the window… and her bag should be at the bottom of her bed…. By her feet."

"Good luck!" The 'elite team of quiet specialists' whispered.

Yamamoto pressed down on the handle and pushed the door open, inch by inch. It creaked softly, but the sound wasn't sharp or bitter; lucky draw.

With one final glance at the group flanking him from behind: Daichi's set face, hard and somehow encouraging, Suga's watery eyes and smile that looked more like a grimace curtesy of his latest choking episode, Kuroo's snarky smirk, Bokuto's salute with his tongue peeking out cheekily from the side of his mouth, Noya and Tanaka with hands braced together, each nodding at him emotionally, Hinata and Lev grinning, the former still being held up by the emerald eyed giant, Inouka's cheesy grin, Fukunaga's casual thumbs up, Kageyama's confused stare at Hinata and finally Yaku's motherly smile, he stepped in and softly closed the door behind him.

The room was dark but not pitch black. Light from the streetlights squeezed through the gaps in the curtains and illuminated the room enough to see four huge lumps spread across the rather small classroom. These lumps were surrounded by many other little lumps- the bags, and next to one of them, he knew, was Hinata's phone.

He took one step forward towards the lump at the back end of the room, which his informant had told him was Hitoka-chan, before he tripped rather majestically over a stick with prickles smothering its surface and almost went flying. He sucked in a large breath and forced himself to freeze, maintaining his balance with terse muscles.

"Hmmm…" One of the lumps groaned softly.

Yamamoto squeezed his eyes shut tight and prayed the person wouldn't get up. The lump snorted loudly, causing Yamamoto to blink harshly in shock, and then tossed, the duvet swishing and crunching loudly, before settling down again. As soon as this lump had finished, one another began the same ritual, a groan, a snort, and a toss.

Yamamoto was now thoroughly confused by this circus action. But after waiting a minute and being met by silence, he began to move. One step, two step, three step pass this first lump, another step, youch he'd just stepped on something squishy let's hope it isn't anything important, one more step, step, step, step, second lump, third lump, step

CRUNCH!

Yamamoto froze once more as the lump right behind his feet jerked and sucked in a loud breath. He closed his eyes slowly and tried to take another step but the object beneath his feet crackled and crunched only more, causing the lump to sigh loudly, "Whatisit?"

Suzumeda's voice filled the room.

'Shit, shit, shit, shit…' Yamamoto's head became filled with the one word until, 'HIYORI!'

Yeah, yeah, I'm doing this for my beautiful girl! My Hiyori!

You're good man, you can do this!

We believe in you Tora!

A dare is a dare.

"I can do this!" He whispered out loud, before slapping a hand over his mouth sharply.

"Hmm? Are you talking in your sleep Hitoka-kun?" Suzumeda mumbled half- incoherently, "Ahh… I'm going to pee."

Yamamoto's eyes bugged in horror.

After frantically and inwardly panicking for a second that felt like an eternity, he decided to remain stock still. In the darkness, hopefully, he'd just look like part of the air, or part of the dark wall across… yeah okay that sounded stupid even in his dumb brain…but what choice did he have? If he moved, she'd definitely see him…

Suzumeda pushed herself achingly slowly up, zombie like, shuffled out of her bed and began to move towards the door, brushing against his feet as she set off from her bed, "Hitoka… stop trying to steal the cookies…" She murmured.

So that's what they were!

'And yeah… sorry Hitoka-chan; I'm getting you blamed for everything right now.' Yamamoto apologised inwardly.

Suzumeda shambled across the room, nearing the corridor- perhaps while she was out peeing he could grab the phone and run! It was one less girl to worry about after all!

Wait… THE BOYS WERE IN THE CORRIDOR.

He prayed inside his head as Suzumeda opened the door and light from outside flooded into the room, illuminating him fully.

Wait… he could use this light!

Quickly scanning the room, blocking his head to the issuing commotion outside, he saw it; Hinata's phone was lying at the bottom of Hitoka-chan's sleeping mat and duvet, a case, harbouring a large volleyball with lighting strikes shooting off it, beaming at him from where it was nestled.

"HUH?!" Suzumeda's shout jerked him out of his intense concentration.

'Shhhh!' Yamamoto inwardly begged.

"What are you doin'?" Suzumeda mumbled, staring stock still at the group of boys outside her room.

"We were going down to the kitchens to have a midnight feast." Kuroo blurted out rapidly, clearly catching on from her shocked and sleepy expression that Yamamoto had not been noticed in the room…as of yet.

"Huh? The kitchen's that way." She pointed lethargically back down the corridor, her hand flopping back down to rest by her side with a 'thwack' against her pyjama bottoms. Clearly sleepiness made the young manager almost drunk-like.

Yamamoto glanced outwards to see Noya and Tanaka frowning in at him.

"We… er- got lost!"

"YES! It's very dark you see…"

"The lights are on…"

She wasn't buying any of it.

CLOSE THE DOOR!

Yamamoto mouthed the three words over and over at the frowning and bewildered faces of his two best, Karasuno mates until Suga caught on and reached out towards the door handle, "Yes, we were on a little bit of a night adventure you see… hehe- training camp last night tradition. Let's close this and quieten down a bit so we don't wake the other girls up yeah?" Suga kept his eyes trained on Suzumeda, praying this would keep her from glancing back in behind her. It did…

"Ohhhh I see!" Was all Yamamoto caught from Suzumeda before the door was closed with a quiet 'snap'.

Yamamoto breathed out silently and faced the dark room again, willing his eyes to adjust quickly. He stepped off the cookies, the crunch sounding deafeningly loud in the darkness. Another groan sounded back across the other side of the room. It was surprising the others had actually managed to sleep through the last more than noisy event.

He stepped hurriedly round the small lumps of stuff, almost sliding onto his bum curtsey of a slippery piece of paper, most likely a magazine, which was strewn across the floor. He had only until Suzumeda came back, otherwise he would be spotted. He was half thankful, half irritated that the door was soundproof enough that he, which meant the sleeping girls too, couldn't hear what was happening out in the corridor; had the boys left to go off on their cover up 'adventure' story? Or were they lingering for him? Perhaps sneaking off until Suzumeda returned and then coming back? He wanted so desperately to know.

Brushing the thoughts from his mind he reached the bottom of Hitoka's bed and grabbled in the dark for the phone, hitting his hand on hair brushes (that must have been the spikey stick form earlier), bobbles, paper, (a note pad perhaps?), pens, an ice cold metal bottle- thing (deodorant?).

In the end he reached up and flicked the curtains up minutely, spreading light across his scene: his eyes scanned the carpet, littered with bits of make-up, books, an tube of hand cream, a box of tissues- weren't girls supposed to be clean? He kept scanning until Hinata's phone leaped out like a light in his vision from beneath the bottom of Hitoka's blankets, as Hinata had promised, right next to her pale yellow bag, a lion keyring dangling off the zip.

He grasped it tight between his sweaty fingers and let the curtain fall.

Right, now for the journey back. He'd begun to crawl now, terrified that at any moment Suzumeda would appear.

He wasn't wrong.

At that moment the door creaked open, and Yamamoto speedily shuffled towards a smallish lump, most likely a mound towels or bags, and dropped behind it, begging that Suzumeda was as sleepy as she'd been when she left. There wasn't a sound outside; clearly the boys had gone off on their 'cover adventure story'.

Good; it would keep Suzumeda out of suspicion.

The young first year shuffled in groggily, "Stupid boys… goinon sill adventures… why we even bother…" She mumbled half- incoherently, before flopping down in the bed, too focused on sleep to notice Yamamoto who was hiding behind the mound of bags in the corner.

He left it a minute, for her ragged breathing to even out and then another to make sure she was out enough for him to move past her without being seen. He reached out to place his hand down and ended up touching a rather squishy object. He frowned, and squeezed, what the hell was this?

Then the squishy object moved and groaned.

Yamamoto's eyes bulged with pure terror, horror and disgust. He'd mistaken one of the girls for a group of bags! And not just any old girl… his eyes having adjusted to the darkness he could make out her black, silky hair, her thin glasses sat next to her pillow…

Kiyoko-san.

With a practical cry of horror he shot out the room, dashing over bags and girls and objects, startling Suzumeda awake once more, "Shhhhh girlies!" though, was all she irritably moaned, before he zoomed out of the room, closing it somehow softly behind him and leaned against a wall breathing hard.

It was less than three seconds before the boys emerged from round the corner of the corridor and shot towards him, "DID YOU DO IT YAMAMOTO?" Lev yelled, before receiving a bunch of,

"SHHH!"'s.

"I fondled her… a vulnerable woman..." Was all he could brokenly whisper as they reached him.

"Did you manage it Yamamoto?"

"You brave soul."

"Did you find it?"

"Let the man breathe!"

"Oo tell us all about it!"

"What was the room like?"

Yamamoto's slapping of Hinata's phone into the owner's hands with a dazed expression put a stopper on the flow of questions.

"Yamamoto?" Noya frowned, "You okay man?"

"I- I…" He stared at them in pure shock, too stunned from the dash out the room to say much more.

"Let's get to the kitchens so we don't disturb the girls any longer, c'mon man." Kuroo stepped forward like the Captain he is, and grasped one of Yamamoto's arms, Tanaka grabbed the other and they dragged Yamamoto down to the dining room, his legs trailing along the floor after his body.

Once there Suga flicked the light on, illuminating the rows upon rows of long tables and chairs and the white clothed buffet table in the corner, already stacked with plates, cutlery, bowls and cups for the following morning's breakfast.

Yaku ran off to the kitchen to grab a glass of cold water.

Yamamoto was then dumped on a plastic chair and the others crowded round him, their faces pale and curious.

"Well done dude."

"You've done Nekoma proud."

"Thank you so much Senpai," Hinata bowed, fondling his phone as though it were a hamster, stroking the rim of the case over and over.

Yaku dashed back into the room and handed the cup gently to Yamamoto, "There you go, take a few sips and tell us what happened when you're ready."

After a large gulp of water, Yamamoto told them.

A few minutes later:

"…So, I crouched low under what I thought was bags, but when I pressed down on it to get up I touched a squishy thing…"

"Oh gods…" The group chorused.

"IT WAS KIYOKO-SAN'S BOOB!" He half sobbed.

"Yamamoto, you poor soul!" Noya and Tanaka cried, "You have wronged the innocent Kiyoko-san!"

"It's okay! At least she was asleep!" Hinata fretfully tried to help.

"THAT MAKES IT WORSE!" The group chorused back at him.

"But at least she doesn't know about it," Kageyama agreed with his decoy.

"But…" Yamamoto sniffed loudly, "That means I fondled a vulnerable and helpless person..."

"Oh Yamamoto, you didn't fondle her," Yaku sat down kindly next to the sobbing second year and placed a friendly arm round him, "You didn't know it was her."

"Well… he kind of did," Daichi and Kuroo fanned the flames some more.

"Oy!" Suga frowned at the two captains, "This is not the time." He sat down on Yamamoto's other side and took his sweaty hand.

"How about tomorrow we go and take her into a quiet corner and explain what happened- I'm sure she'll understand…" Suga-san trailed off, as if having second thoughts about how Kiyoko would realistically respond to be fondled in her sleep…

"No she won't." Yamamoto pouted miserably.

"Well… she might slap you." Bokuto grimaced, before encouragingly patting the second year on the back.

Nishinoya gasped at this, "But I'm the only one who's ever been slapped by Kiyoko-san!" He sniffled loudly, keen to retain his proud title.

"I don't think you're the only one EVER." Suga explained matter of fact.

"Shh! Don't ruin his dreams Suga-san!" Tanaka tutted and placed his hands protectively over Noya's ears, but Noya brushed them extravagantly away.

"Don't worry Tora! I shall share the glory of being slapped with you," He turned to Tanaka, "And we can make it our mission to get you slapped too Ryu!"

"Noya," Tanaka began emotionally, grasping both his friend's hands in his own, "You're so cool!"

Daichi and Kuroo merely looked at one another, their eyebrows steadily rising at the absurdity of their juniors.

"I suppose that wouldn't be too bad…" Yamamoto gulped and seemed to relax, before he was hit by another lightning wave of thought, "Oh gods! What about Hiyori?!"

The group turned to him with frowns on their faces, "What about her?" Fukunaga asked.

"I'VE CHEATED ON HER."

"Oh Yamamoto, don't be so dramatic!" Kuroo ruffled his hair fondly, "It was a mistake- she never has to know."

"Yeah… but the girlfriend always find out! And then she'll proclaim that I didn't trust her enough to tell her and the whole relationship will DIE." He blubbered once more.

The group sighed, "Yamamoto, why don't you just tell her then? Loud and clear?"

"Cos I'll sound like an idiot." He seemed to curl in on himself like a small child, tucking his legs up and wrapping his arms round them so he was practically rocking on the tiny, plastic chair.

"Right," Suga began sincerely, "If she breaks up with you over this then she's clearly not 1) nice and understanding and 2) not the right person for you."

Yet Yamamoto bristled furiously, "'Not nice?! Not understanding?! Not right?!' She is the most beautiful, perfect, angelic, generous, understanding person I've ever met!"

"Then what are you worried about then?!" Yaku and Suga chorused, smiles sliding onto their faces.

This stopped the brave warrior in his tracks, "Erm…"

"Isn't Kiyoko-san also one of the nicest, most understanding people ever?"

"YES!" Tanaka and Noya answered, rather too enthusiastically, for him.

Yamamoto nodded hastily.

"Well then, there you go. All you need to do is have a nice chat with them both and it's sorted. Dare is complete and Hinata has his phone."

"I did it…" Yamamoto whispered suddenly, "I DID IT AND I SURVIVED!"

"YES MAN!" Tanaka and Noya dived on him, tipping back the chair so it hit the ground with a clatter that rebounded round the walls and out into the corridor.

The whole group, minus the three currently rolling around in success on the floor, winced at the noise.

"Yeah we should really be getting back to bed…" Daichi murmured, the fear of a shouting Ukai, his blonde hair standing on edge in bristling anger, and the disappointed look in his eyes, "We put so much effort into these training camps and you just waste a whole day by being tired! Apologise to Takeda; he puts his life and soul into organising this. I expected you to be more responsible and mature Daichi," haunting him from the back of his mind, even if it was a slightly exaggerated version compared to the probable outcome that his exhausted brain had produced. Not to mention the sly laugh that Nekomta Sensei was sure to give and Fukurodani's coach's stern, narrowed eyes.

"Agreed," Kuroo finished, clearly having similar thoughts as the 'responsible captain.'

"How can they get over it so fast?" Bokuto frowned, looking towards the three boys who were now the picture of celebration, beaming from ear to ear, Yamamoto being Queen-chair- lifted by the other two and paraded round the chair, his own arm made throne slightly lopsided due to the difference in height of course.

Kuroo, Yaku, Daichi and Suga merely eyed each other wearily; Bokuto was one to talk.

11:05

Back in the room, they were bombarded with questions about their little 'expedition' and once all the usual exaggerated explaining was over with, Daichi said the reasonable thing:

"Right guys, I really think we should be getting to bed now. It's gone 11 and we all know we should have had lights out after 10, and we'll have a long trip back from Tokyo tomorrow late afternoon." Daichi scratched his head awkwardly, as if he, for once, hated being the responsible one.

The whole group sighed accordingly.

Akaashi nodded, "Daichi's right- we've got warmups at 8 tomorrow," He looked pointedly at Bokuto as he said this.

"WHOA, WHOA, WHOA WAIT A MINUTE!" Yaku burst out uncharacteristically. "How about we just finish Suga and Daichi's go? Yeah? After all I don't think the captain can get out of this without letting his team down…" Yaku tutted.

"Yeah, c'mon Daichi- where's your team spirit?" Kuroo clapped his hands together enthusiastically.

"Yeah!"

"Go Captain!"

"TEAM MOM AND DAD FOR THE WIIIIN!"

The three, Nekoma third years grinned as they watched the energetic Karasuno crows take up their own words. They couldn't let their perfect plan be ruined by 'responsible behaviour' now!

Daichi sucked in a deep breath and opened his mouth to agree, unable to resist a challenge, but this honourable and true Karasuno move was shunted by Suga, who came out with, "We can have our goes tomorrow. Daichi's right, we don't want a bunch of Zombie's playing volleyball tomorrow- and we want to make the most out of it."

"Professional athletes need a break sometimes Sugawara-kun. It'll just be two more goes and we're up this late as it is; what harm would it do to stay up a few minutes later? " Kai smiled softly.

"Professional athletes?!" The group chorused.

"I like the sound of that!" Lev grinned.

"Me too!"

"Oh yeah… forgot to mention we're all professional athletes except the crap receivers." Yaku beamed at Hinata and Lev.

"Hey!" Lev pouted.

"Actually, I'm getting quite good at receiving I'll have you know!" Hinata pushed back his shoulders proudly and looked towards Suga and Daichi for their support.

"I suppose that's true," Daichi agreed.

"Yep! He's learning fast," Suga's chest swelled with pride.

"See?" Hinata grinned happily at the Nekoma group.

"Fair, fair…" Kuroo waved off the subject, "Anyway, c'mon Karasuno- what harm would another two go's do?"

"With this much excitement, we're bound to not go to sleep for a while anyway…" Yaku added rationally.

"You're trying to persuade me." Suga pursed his lips, "I'm a language student I'll have you know- I know a rhetoric technique when I see one."

"Well then… you'll know that persuasion is just using facts twisted into rather favourable ideas- still facts though." Kai grinned.

Bokuto sighed loudly, "All this persuading is taking so long- if we shut up and play we'll get to bed earlier anyway!"

Outwitted by the usually idiot owl, Suga pressed his lips together and answered with a, "I suppose that's true."

But Daichi narrowed his eyes, "Why are you three so obsessed with us having our goes?"

The three merely grinned.

"So, Suga, truth or dare?" Kuroo asked smugly.

"Ooo! I have an idea for a dare!" Hinata and Lev burst out at once, before glaring at each other.

"I had the idea first!" Hinata defended stridently.

"Hey! That's not fair- Yaku-san… actually no you'll chose Hinata," He mumbled under his breath, before returning to his original outdoor voice, "Kuroo-san tell Hinata-"

"SHOT-GUN!" The three Nekoma third years yelled, shocking the first years to stock-still-silence and the rest of the room with it.

An owl hooted off in the distance.

"You had this idea for a while?" Daichi broke the silence, bemused.

"Yaaaaa…" Yaku grinned cheekily, "Okay… Suga- truth or dare?"

Hinata and Lev sighed and folded their arms in unison, before both leaning, again comically in unison, back against the duvets.

"Truth."

The three boys sighed, "Ughhh Sugawara-kun! You might've ruined it!"

But it was okay; Daichi would go for a dare- that was a surety.

"Might've?" Bless him; Suga-san now looked thoroughly confused.

"It's okay- we planned for this…"" Kuroo began, "So Suga-san, if you had to kiss anyone in the whole room, who would it be?"

"Oh, one of the classics," Suga sighed with a smile.

"Yep! The classics are the best after all…" Kai's eyes twinkled mischievously, a rare occurrence.

"I dunno…" He glanced around the room, seemingly sizing everyone up- but no one was really taking his fancy.

"You can't avoid the questions Suga-san!" Noya characteristically belted out.

"And ya can't lie!" Bokuto fanned the flames.

The three Nekoma third years leaned forward in anticipation.

"Daichi-san!" Suga threw his hands up in an exaggerated shrug.

"Ooooooo!" The room chorused. Kai, Kuroo and Yaku's faces split into grins that stretched to their ears.

"Huh?!" Daichi turned round to him in utter surprise.

"Well…" Scarlet was creeping slowly up the necks of the two of them, "You're the only one I'd actually feel comfortable kissing… it'd be the least awkward with you… I mean…"

"Ah… That makes sense… we have known each other longest…" Daichi reached up and scratched the back of his neck, trying to take steadier breaths to stop the heat rising up into his face and making him look like a full-blown tomato.

"Hmmhmm…" Suga nodded and bit at his fingernails; he turned to face the carpet.

"Daichi… Truth or dare?" Kai brought the attention off of the boys' blushes.

"Hey! You stole them both!" Lev groaned.

"Lev, stop moaning and watch your Senpais create a masterpiece!"

"Huh?!"

"A masterpiece?"

"TRUTH OR DARE?" The boys could hardly contain their excitement, knowing exactly what Daichi-san would go for.

"Well… I can't let the team down- I'm going for the chivalric dare!" Daichi grinned, clearly expecting some knightly and daring feat to be bestowed on him. Well, I suppose the dare the three, Nekoma third years had in mind was certainly daring, and certainly befitting for the top Captain and Knight of Karasuno.

"I dare you… to kiss Suga."

Gahhh I ship them all so much!XD

And dear me! All Yamamoto did was go into a room and grab a phone- such beautiful drama queens (or kings;) they are! I know this fanfic is full of cheese but c'mon cheese is beautiful when we embrace it!;):)

AND OMG IS ANYONE READING THE MANGA? I think I might start adding a manga appreciation note on the end of each chapter because I always end up squealing and fangirling in my room when chapters come out but none of my friends watch Haikyuu (depressing I know) so like I need to vent…WARNING SPOILERS:

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LIKE OML WHEN KENMA SAID HE WAS GONNA CLIP ALL THEIR WINGS AND HINITA ISN'T ABLE TO SPIKE AND IT'S KILLING ME BUT DOOSHG HIS RECEIEVES ARE SO AWESOME AND I'M SO PROUD OF MY LITTLE BIRDY AND GAHHHH IT'S TOO MUCH! I really hope when nationals are over Furudate writes the next year and Interhigh cos although I'm gonna sob over the third years leaving

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SPOILERS OVERXD

I hope you enjoyed this chapter anyways; let me know what you thought of it in the reviews below! Also I just want to thank you all for the follows and favourites! Every time I get a notification through it reminds me to TAKE A REVISION BREAK (which I don't do often enough ahaha!) and write some fanficXD (which I also don't do often enough pahaha)

Acia xxx