They didn't call Lev 'Bluntman' for nothing.

Whether it was a Russian tradition or not... The Japanese volleyball players would never know.

Haiba Lev had the habit of being a little... honest.

A little too honest.

"Your hair makes you look like a stupid old man, Kuroo-san."

"Kenma-san, your hair reminds me of the caramel pudding my Great-Aunt used to make.... before she died."

"Looks like you're out of luck on growing any taller, eh, Hinata?"

And as much as his truths would piss off the person it was directed at, only the third-year named Yaku Morisuke would show the gray-haired first year who's boss.

"Yaku-san, you probably aren't drinking milk enough, right? I bet that's why your height refuses to increase, and you're so short."

"Who the hell are you calling short, you overgrown beanpole?" Yaku would yell in reply, slamming a tennis-wearing foot to the middle blocker's waist.

And despite all the times Lev would get kicked somewhere by this Senpai of his, he would always, always laugh it off.

Because Yaku had always been Lev's favorite Senpai.

He didn't have a reason, he just enjoyed Yaku's company.

There was nothing wrong with that, right?

Of course, there wasn't. 

And similar to the many, many days the Nekoma Volleyball Club members would spend training for their matches, today was one.

"Why am I stuck with Yaku-san?" Lev cries. An irk-mark appears on the brown-haired boy, and he picks up the ball lying nearest to him.

"Because you suck at receiving." The obvious answer in said, and on the other side of the net, Lev spots Kuroo laughing his ass off.

"I don't like being stuck with you either, so shut up and let's get this over with."

"Yaku-san is stingy." A small sigh escapes from between his lips, as he gets his abnormally large body up and stretches a couple of times.

Lev enjoyed the time he spent with Yaku. The only thing he didn't like was receiving, and he wondered how on earth he got stuck here, after the session, doing nothing but receives.

Why did Yaku have to be a libero?

Why couldn't he be a spiker?

Maybe the two would get along better if he was.

"You both ready?" Kuroo asks, interrupting the half-Japanese boy's trails of thoughts. Yaku gives a thumbs up, and a bored Kenma tosses a ball to Kuroo. The ball goes straight towards Lev, who makes a perfect receive.

To his face.

"LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEV." Yaku yells, murderous aura spreading all around him.

Kuroo does not help. In fact, he clutches his stomach and bursts into howls of laughter.

And thus, the two ends up in the infirmary.

"I'm putting some tissue to make it better, alright?" The nurse says with a smile.

"Is that because you don't have proper medicine for stuff like this with you right now?"

Well, you couldn't blame Yaku for elbowing him hard in the back.

Lev was way too blunt, and something really needed to be done to him already.

But for some reason, the very Bluntman who says all that comes to his mind was never able to properly tell Yaku Morisuke how he really felt about the Libero.

Maybe that was because he himself had no idea about it.

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a/n; i legit will fite anyone who sends hate to this ship istg i WILL BLOCK U