If there was one thing Yaku Morisuke hated more than anything, it was the topic of his height.

It was something he had no control over, after all.

Yaku knew that 165 centimeters wasn't short, it was average. But for volleyball, it was definitely considered short.

And his friends knew better than to just go around talking about heights when he was around.

But Lev?

"If they call Hinata a shrimpy, you would be the shrimpy of Nekoma, since you're just as short as him!"

Maybe stuff like that why he was never able to consider Lev as a friend.

It wasn't that he didn't like Lev...

In fact, Yaku knew that if he wasn't around to kick the boy, Lev would go around spewing indecent comments to people all day.

"Yaku-san, I just made that receive!" Lev cries, when he manages to make one; after around a hundred failed attempts.

"Eh. Yeah, good work, Lev." Yaku does not intend to, but his tone comes out more sarcastic than he wanted to.

"Yaku-san is stingy." The gray-head puffs his cheeks in frustration.

The brown-eyed boy knew that Lev tried his best. He knew why Lev got to become a regular after only a couple months in the club.

Because he had the will.

And the goal; to win.

Just like Yaku, himself, did.

The group would wrap up practice and go for curry buns occasionally, and today was one of those days.

"Yaku-san, what are you reading?" The libero can feel the intense stare of the green-eyed boy sitting beside him. He hands the leaflet that he had been skimming through.

"I'm going to this university. I got accepted, early decision."

"Yaku-san, you're so cool!"

"Of course." A small smile spreads on his face as Lev takes a look at the leaflet featuring the university.

This place looks so cool... And Yaku-san would be going there.

Lev wonders if Yaku would enjoy the university more that he enjoyed the time he spent at Nekoma. Thinking about this confuses Lev's mind, and he hands the leaflet back to the brown-haired boy, still feeling a little uneasy.

"I wonder if we'd be on the same team if I join there when I graduate." The middle blocker says, almost to himself. He does not expect anyone to hear him; Kenma and Kuroo were arguing about something after all. And knowing Yaku, he would have said something to shut the two up from making a fuss in public.

But for once, Yaku is actually holding his leaflet in his hands, a tingle of worry passing through himself.

"I wonder..."

The two boys finish their buns and walk their separate ways after a goodbye.

And Yaku?

He could only worry about what Haiba Lev would do if he wasn't around to slam some sense into the middle blocker's head.

They didn't call Yaku the 'mom' of the Nekoma team for nothing.

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a/n; help i wanna be yakulev's lovechild but i also love yaku do you see my problem-- //slapped