"I saw a movie that started like that once."

I pointed out to the fray of the barbecue, where one of the poor little Karasuno managers was surrounded by guys thrice her size. Kuroo, Bokuto and Tsukishima all nearly started choking on their food, garnering confused stares from the others, and a very powerful eye roll from Akaashi.

"Huh? What movie?" Hinata quirked his head to the side, and a devilish grin began to split my face in two.
"Pipe-" Akaashi was the one to spoil my fun, slapping his hand over my mouth and shaking his head sternly.
"Do not."

The urge to lick his hand was strong, but I refrained, out of respect. Once he was certain I wasn't going to go and say it, he pulled back, allowing me to continue stuffing my face with fried vegetables. It was the final day of camp, and everybody would be heading on home soon. It was kind of a bummer, because it truly hadn't been as bad as I'd expected, and I had grown to like a lot of the other volleyballers.

"Can I have my game back now..?" Kenma piped up, looking to Kuroo with pleading eyes. It had been promptly confiscated prior to the barbecue so he'd eat.
"When you've finished your pla-" Kuroo began to refuse, but I reached over to pluck the small console from his pocket, handing it back over my shoulder to the second year, all without looking up from my phone.
"Here, pookie."

"Why does she call you pookie..?" I heard Kageyama ask, but from the silence afterward I assumed Kenma just shrugged.
"Now he won't finish." Kuroo tapped my foot with his, but I continued scrolling, blindly picking up veggies with my chopsticks in my other hand.
"If he's hungry he'll eat." I replied with a full mouth.

"Who's You Need A Hiro?" I immediately flipped my phone screen down in my lap when I heard Bokuto speak from right beside my ear, turning a little to butt my forehead against his.
"Nobody. Do you mind?" He pressed back, and we had a small headbutt war before Akaashi dragged Bokuto back by the collar.

"If it's nobody then why did they ask for your address? Oooooh, you got a hot date, (N/N)?" Bokuto had given me that nickname on the second day of camp, and it had stuck fast, even with Yaku. Glancing up, I had been right to assume that Kuroo would be staring at me, and I threw my attention back down to my food.

"Me? Date? When I'm constantly guarded by Momo the Little Red Dog? As if." I scoffed, waving my hand as if to rid anyone of the idea. "I just asked an old friend to drop off some comics I left last time I visited." It wouldn't have been an issue to tell them something closer to the truth, but I didn't want to risk my plans.

"We're still up for paintball though, right? Oh, why don't you invite them?! We can make huge teams to decimal the competition!" Bokuto grabbed my shoulders and bounced up and down, and I did my best to seem just as enthused about his suggestion.
"Yeah, maybe! Decimal or decimate, whatever you want."

Ugh, if I even mention it to the guys they'll wanna come...

At the end of the day, as the sun was beginning to set, we bid farewell to our hosted schools. I was going to really miss the Karasuno first years, and how most of them had latched onto Kuroo and Bokuto. Even the ever bitter Tsukishima.

It wasn't a relief to be homeward bound, and I lagged well behind our little group, feet dragging and shoulders slumped with my nose in my phone again.

You Need A Hiro:
- Should've told them I was your hot date
- Make em squirmmmm

Me:
- I don't want them to squirm, I want them to think I'm behaving so I can get to your stupid party!
- Besides, you? Hot? I'm not that good of a liar, bro...

You Need A Hiro:
- I'm willing to take your slightly below average date?

Issei Me, Mario:
- That still pushn it

Me:
- I didn't even tell them you were of their species

You Need A Hiro:
- Your slightly below average lesbian date

Me:
- Close enough

Issei Me, Mario:
- Ger a room

Me:
- So you can third wheel again? Pass

Issei Me, Mario:
- Not my fault :(
- Bro needed morl support

You Need A Hiro:
- It's true. My morls really do need supporting.

Me:
- Mood

"Hey..." I pocketed my phone when Yaku dropped back to match my pace, relieved that he didn't ask anything about who I was talking to.
"I'm not trying to run off again, don't worry..." I rolled my eyes, batting at the strap of my backpack.

"I wasn't-" He paused, softening his tone from annoyance. "How did you like the camp? It was a lot busier than it has been in the past thanks to Karasuno joining in." Was he trying to make actual, normal conversation? With me? Yaku Morisuke? It had been a hot minute.

"It was nice meeting new people, I guess. I think Kuroo and Bokuto adopted Tsukki and Shoyo. Thought about making them some adoption certificates." I hummed, still kind of cautious. How long had it been since we'd had a regular old chat? Long before I'd moved in, that was for sure. A year? Two?

He chuckled, and it sounded the same as when we were kids, albeit a touch deeper.
"Yeah, I noticed they spent a lot of free practice together. I was stuck with Lev. Can you believe he slept in the gym that third night because he was too lazy to walk to bed?"

I perked up a little, smiling at the memory of finding our platinum haired first year snoring away that night.
"Kai stuffed a bag under his head so he'd at least have a pillow. He wouldn't let me tuck him in with the spare net. Can you imagine him waking up and getting all tangled?"

I miss how we used to be like this all the time...

Our footsteps were perfectly synchronised as we walked along a few metres behind Kuroo and Kenma, who were quietly chatting about something or other.
"Thanks for toning it down after that first day, too." Yaku sighed contentedly, giving my side a gentle jab with his elbow. "I was worried you'd act up, but you were actually pretty well behaved."

Oh. There it is.

I stopped abruptly, and Yaku stumbled a little to stop a pace or so after, turning to raise a brow.
"Oh, well, I wouldn't have wanted to embarrass you, Morisuke." I could taste the sarcasm spilling from my lips, and it was unpleasant. "Couldn't have all your little friends knowing you're related to some immature miscreant, right?"

The ginger stared at me for a few long moments, and I could see him fighting a losing battle against his temper, the gap between his eyes creasing up.
"Wh..What? Don't go putting words in my mouth. I never said you were embarrassing, or that you're a miscreant..."

He didn't have to. I knew how he was these days, and even watching him with his juniors I could tell that was what he thought. He hated being embarrassed, and he'd had enough to say in the past about the way I acted to have a pretty decent idea of his exact thoughts.

"So then what did you mean by saying you were worried I'd act up? Like, what? Make a stupid joke here or there? Get bored and dip? Stumble in drunk and start dancing in the middle of the gym? What was it exactly that had you so worried?" I crossed my arms tight against my chest, waiting for an answer.

Yaku spluttered out a few vowels, trying to pick how to start his defence.
"I...No, that's not-! I don't know! Sorry if I didn't know what to expect with your track record!" He snapped back, jabbing that familiar, accusatory finger right in my face. "You were still sneaking around smoking, so of course I'd think you'd go and do something else stupid!"

Well, that's what I get for thinking we were finally about to get back to somewhere close to normal...

"Thanks so much for the vote of confidence, buddy! Makes me feel real special!" I smacked his finger out of my face, pushing forward and hitting his shoulder with mine as I forced my way past. "You sure act high and mighty for such a short ass!"

Ignoring his shouting behind me, uncaring as to whether they were insults or demands to stop, I picked up my pace and stalked right past Kuroo and Kenma, not even sparing them a glance. I was pissed, and I believed my feelings were justified. So what I wasn't like him? Was that so bad? It wasn't like I was out shooting up heroin and getting pregnant.

"Wait up, speedster." My teeth ground together when I heard the messy haired captain jog after me, hand tightening around my phone in my pocket.
"What, did he send you to make sure I go straight home like a good little girl? I can walk on my own, bed head." I snarked at him, refusing to look once he reached my side.

"I know you can. I just wanted to make sure you were alright." I immediately felt horrible for snapping at him, heaving a sigh and tapping my elbow to his arm.
"Sorry...Yeah, I'm fine. Just caught a case of Morisuke-is-a-bitchitis..." I slowed myself, just a little, not wanting to chance Yaku catching up and making me feel any worse.

"Man, yeah, I've heard that's been going around lately. Nasty symptoms. Lucky for you, I have the perfect cure." Kuroo smiled, playing along with my dry joke, and I hummed softly, feeling my phone buzz with what was likely my two friends taking cheap shots at each other in the group chat.
"So tell me, Doc McCaptain, what is this magical mystery cure?"

Slinging a kind of stiff arm over my shoulders, not putting too much weight onto me, Kuroo lead me along, puffing out his chest and giving me that warm, lazy grin he always gave.

"Video games and takeout at Kenma's, of course."