𝗣 𝗢 𝗪 𝗘 𝗥 ||| Haikyu!!

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The bus was loud, and A brown haired male with a nose bandage did not enjoy it. He was trying to beat a game on his new-school Nintendo Switch, better than his PlayStation Portable from back home. However, they were almost to the place they were supposed to go, only three minutes more, and the group of rowdy kids were all hyped up. They wouldn't let their opponents know when the time came, but it was still there.

"Alright everyone!" The coach, though only two years older than the oldest third year on the bus, was very experienced in Volleyball, that was why she was the coach, after all. "When we get off, Coach Nekomata told me where the gym is! Our bags will be taken to the rooms, so I suggest you all ready yourselves!"

"YES COACH ASUI!" Roared over half of the boys, readying their mental states for when it was time to play.

They got there shortly, half of the boys hopping off of the bus, only the manager, two third years, the second year playing games, and a first year walked off, the rest behind, the coach entering last per her request.

The gym was easy to find. It was large, and it was loud. Everyone was waiting and playing for fun until the last team, who they didn't think they knew, entered.

"OPEN THE DOORS!" A third year with brown-red eyes laughed, everyone in the gym hearing, waiting as the door slid over, revealing the second year who had done it, still playing his game, the two third years entering before him and the other calmer ones, followed by the loud ones.

That's when the Japan teams froze. They all knew these guys. From tallest to shortest, they were easy to identify.

Ōkami High School was in Japan, at the training camp.

They were so fucked.

The team took a seat at an empty bench, the brown haired second year instructing the rowdy boys to set down their stuff before they left to go make friends, which they did.

"You treat them like kids, Tsubasa-Kun." The third year captain with a watch said

"Yeah, 'cause they are, Haru-Senpai." The other didn't look up "Hey, what should I name my Pokemon?"

"Name it Flipper." The manager peaked her head over the other second year's shoulder.

The trio to end it all in any game, Hifumi Haru, the captain who listened to Shin'Ichi Tsubasa, the second year who observed. And with the help of their manager, Honoka Miho, the one who could spot what needed work, they ran the team to help them win every single time.

"It's a fucking horse, Miho-Chan" Tsubasa sighed, naming the Pokemon so anyway. "Why are we here again?"

"To play Volleyball, you rat." And there was the monster coach, Megumi Asui, her long hair braided so it was now down to her upper back, tied together with a green scrunchy "'Sides, Irihata and Washijo have a nice rivalry, you need to see."

"Ah yes, Seijoh and Shiratorizawa." Tsubasa had looked up every single team that was headed to the camp, to say the least, he memorized every detail. "They're two great teams to put together, especially because of their captains, huh?"

"Hey!" Tsubasa looked up surprised to see Aoba Johsai (Seijoh)'s Captain standing near them, listening in. "What does that mean?!"

"Simply put, you both are too narrow minded." Tsubasa had no filter, not even with his team. He let them know, and they fixed it. They needed to know the problem in order to fix it. Tsubasa looked down. "One of you only sees the other as one person, while the other thinks he's invincible." Tsubasa flashed an eye up before looking down again "Go on ahead, do it."

"Fine then!" The captain of Seijoh stormed to his coach, ready to demand a match. It was supposed to be more of a laid back training camp, meaning that teams could challenge each other, at any time. Nobody was ready to beak through and challenge one another just yet, so this was a perfect opportunity.

"Ah, Asui!" One of Seijoh's coaches, Nobuteru Irihata, walked over to Ōkami's coach. "My captain is demanding a match."

Megumi Asui laughed "It's quite fine." She said "The team needs to flow their blood now, it's going to fun if they don't yet." She clapped her hands once, her team looking to her from all over the gym "Alright Ōkami High! Get over here!"

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The starting lineup was simple to those who hadn't seen Ōkami High play before.

But Japan's teams were concerned. Usually there was a certain brunette who was subbed in during the middle of the game, when Ōkami was losing. But he was in now, at the start. And for him to serve first? Aoba Johsai was in trouble. They were banking on getting points fast in order to win the first set.

The whistle blew, Shin'Ichi Tsubasa breathing in once before tossing up the ball up and hitting it with force, the sphere colliding with the court on the other side before Aoba Johsai could blink. The games had just began, but Seijoh's captain knew he was going to get beat up for challenging Ōkami High first. What kind of idiot would go after the powerhouse school that they'd never played before?

Meanwhile, The team had proposed a plan while Seijoh took their first time out.

"This can only go wrong." Shin'Ichi Tsubasa sighed, resting the side of his face in his palm as his thumb brushed over his nose bandage.

"Yeah, that's why you're here." Hifumi Haru said, his arms crossed, leaning back so he seemed shorter.

"Yeah, we didn't really think this through?" The Vice Captain, third year Sora Aoi said sheepishly "I kinda volunteered?"

"It's not even... You know what? Okay!" The team cheered as Tsubasa nodded, high-fiving happily as Seijoh looked more worried. "I'll sit this one out though."

"NOPE! YOU'RE HERE WITH US!" A first year named Kohaku Masami laughed, slinging an arm around the shortest member. "YOUR KOHAI SHALL WIN!"

"I don't believe that." Tsubasa sighed as the time out ended, taking his place back on the court, an almost entire new team joining him, only the Ace of the team, Kaoru Tsu, a third year, stayed with him.

The oldest first year, a male named Yoshi Takara, smirked evilly.

"Let's get fuckin' started."