Sports Drabbles: Volleyball

Haikyuu!!
F/F
Gen
M/M
Multi
G
Sports Drabbles: Volleyball
Summary
A collection of drabbles and ficlets written during the Sports Anime Shipping Olympics (SASO, 2015-2016) and Sports Winter Anime Games (SWAG, 2016) for Haikyuu!!
Note
This is a collection of short fills written for Haikyuu!! during the Sports Anime Shipping Olympics (SASO) in 2015 and 2016 and the Sports Winter Anime Games (SWAG) in 2016. Each fill is 400-1000 words, and each "chapter" is named with the relevant ship or characters as well as a brief summary of the ficlet.Some of these short fills may, someday, be reworked and expanded upon into proper-length oneshots. They are also largely written for speed rather than quality so may be somewhat lacking compared to more polished fics, but for now, I hope you enjoy!
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Bokuto/Kenma, Meeting again

“Holy shit! I know you!”

Kenma barely even glanced up from his phone, his fingers pausing for a bare second before his eyes flicked down and he resumed his tapping. “Hi, Bokuto,” he said, almost inflectionless.

Bokuto made a sound like a startled bird, and then he was running and Kenma barely had time to brace himself before Bokuto wrapped arms around his waist and lifted him off of his feet and laughed into his chest. Kenma’s grip on his phone tightened in instinctive alarm, but he couldn’t help the faint upward twitch of his lips.

“I can’t believe you’re here! I totally thought you were gonna follow Kuroo to Kyoto! You gonna play volleyball? The team’s really good but the setter just graduated and we could definitely use you, c’mon Kenma, you need to come be my setter!”

Still squeezed against Bokuto’s torso, Kenma steadied himself with one hand on Bokuto’s shoulder and bopped him on the top of the head with the other. “I’m not playing volleyball anymore,” he said. “Put me down.” Pouting, Bokuto did. He kept a hand firm on Kenma’s shoulder, though, and to Kenma’s slight surprise… he really didn’t mind it.

“Aww, c’mon Kenma!”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Pleeeease?”

“No.”

“At least come watch us practice?”

Kenma looked up at him calculatingly. “Buy me dessert after.”

Bokuto grinned, sharp and wide. “What, like a date?”

Kenma’s answering shrug was noncommittal at best, but Bokuto gleefully took it as confirmation. “I’ll text you the deets later, then, oh, can I have your number? Yeah yeah, this is gonna be great! Oh man, I can’t believe you’re at the same university as me, so cool, we’re gonna have so much fun, I can show you around and stuff once you’re done with this orientation stuff and like, we can take the train home together at holidays and, and -- and man. I’m so psyched you’re here. That’s awesome. What’re the odds, huh?”

(The answer was: fairly good, when Kuroo was involved. Kenma has an e-mail saved on his phone with an attachment and a simple message saying, “I know how you feel about him, here’s the university he’s going to, good luck, you have my blessing.”)

*

[Kuroo]: Yo yo yo Bo, how’s year 2 treating ya so far?
[Bokuto]: DUDE
[Bokuto]: DID U NO KENMA WAS COMNG HERE
[Kuroo]: lol yeah I did
[Bokuto]: HE CAME 2 MY VBOL PRAC
[Bokuto]: HES ACTUALLY RLLY CUTE WTF
[Bokuto]: WERE U AWARE OF DIS
[Kuroo]: lololololol
[Kuroo]: i’d noticed, yeah

*

[Kuroo]: so?
[Kenma]: he bought me apple pie
[Kuroo]: you’re welcome
[Kuroo]: ;)

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