Yaku started sweating when he picks up his graduation specifics form.

There were three pages. One for each year of high school.

And Yaku was in his third.

He feels slightly empty at the thought that if he wanted to continue playing volleyball again, he'd have a whole new set of people to play with.

He remembered having the same feeling even when he filled his graduation form, back in middle school... But this time, Yaku feels his heart sting a little as he takes out a pen.

Oh well, at least I won't have to take responsibility for Lev being an idiot...

At that though, the motion of his pen freezes.

I don't have to stop Lev from what he does.  He's a high schooler. He needs to be able to tell right from wrong already.

And sometimes, what Lev would say would be inappropriate, but he was funny.

Yaku couldn't hate Lev, even if he tried.

And he could tell.

That Lev always listened to what he said. Lev would stop whatever he was doing, when Yaku made a face at him. And even Kuroo had mentioned how Lev would listen to Yaku when he got mad, even though he barely listened to the rest of the team.

'What an odd relationship. It's even worse than mine and Kenma's,' was what Kuroo had to say. Yaku had just walked away with his eyebrows furrowed.

And when Lev asked Yaku to tell him about his first love, he fully lost it.

How embarrassing. Yaku sighs deeply before he finishes filling up the form. He had been so caught up with school work and club activities, that he had passed by the submission date. Remembering his homeroom teacher's slight warning, he drags himself out of the classroom and goes to the faculty room.

"Yoshioka-sensei, I filled it." He says, walking up to the teacher who sat on one corner of the room.

"Oh good, Yaku-kun. Have a nice weekend!" She wishes him well, and he turns back to head outside. Gray hair parted on either side makes him raise an eyebrow, and he sees his notorious underclassman standing in front of a teacher's desk, handing a notebook.

Yaku eyes the boy until he turns around, waiting to greet him.

"Oi. Lev. What are you doing here?"

"Ah, Yaku-san!" Lev gushes, excited to see the shorter boy. "I came to submit my assignment!"

"You found something to write about?" Yaku wants to know, closing the sliding door behind him as the two steps outside.

"Oh... Ehehe. I did, yes." Lev responds, scratching the nape of his neck. Why he was acting like that all of a sudden, Yaku didn't understand. So he decides to pry further.

"Who did you write about? A girl in your cla-"

"You."

Yaku comes to a halt, and Lev takes multiple steps before he notices this.

"Yaku-san? What's wrong?" He wants to know, turning back. It was the time of the day when the sun was starting to set but it wasn't dark enough to turn on all the school lights yet. Even under the dark that was unnoticeably dimming, Yaku could tell that Lev wasn't joking.

Lev never jokes, he was way too blunt for that.

"Me?" Yaku's voice echoes a little in the hallway. This makes Lev scratch his hair a little, his cheeks slightly turning less pale while his gaze averts and lands on his shoes.

"It was a little embarrassing," He admits, "But my teacher asked me to write about someone I love, or someone I idolise. So I couldn't think of anyone better to write about, besides you."

"You... Idolise me?" Yaku wants to know, a little shocked, but not enough to not raise an eyebrow.

"Of course, Yaku-san. You're dumb if you don't know that."

Lev had on a sheepish grin as he said that. And Yaku would have been ready to hurl his bookbag at the taller boy in irritance, for calling him dumb.

But the brown-haired boy was speechless as he watches the way the back of Lev's loose vest moves around with every step he takes. The wind from every other open window blew against his silver-gray hair as he walked along the hallway, and Yaku realises that there were only a few days left for him actually remain as a student of Nekoma...

And how many more days Lev still had, ahead of him.

Of all people... Why did Lev choose me?

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a/n; join my squad of yakulev shippers who fites against anyone who spreads hate for these bbycakes pls