Camp Camp

Chapter 2

Kenma

Eventually the dreaded Monday arrives and I'm shaken awake. Only one person has access to my house and only one person is dumb enough to wake me up the same way year in, year out.

"Fuck off, Kuroo," I mumble to my best friend, freeing one arm from the blankets to slap limply in his vague direction.

"Lev and Yaku are outside. If you don't get up now, I'm letting both of them in, Kenma." I have no choice but to get up.

I open my eyes and sit up, turning around to put my feet on the floor. I look up and glare straight at Kuroo. He just grins and turns away, reaching out for my bedside table. He hands me my two bottles. Vitamin D and Iron.

"I'm fine." I tell him, swatting his hands away.

"One, you need Iron before you get out of bed or you'll fall over like you always do. And two, why weren't these packed?" Kuroo fusses. I ignore him and take my iron tablets, pushing the bottle back into his hand.

I manage to stand up without falling but my eyesight wavers so I stand in place for a few seconds until it's fixed. I walk over to my door and take a bag off of the handle, revealing half a dozen portable chargers, my spare medication bottles, an extension lead, my switch, ds, gameboy, and a metal ring holding a fresh pack's worth of hair ties.

"Happy?" I ask. Kuroo grins.

"You go and get ready, I'll put your bags in the car and make up some breakfast for you." He says.

"I'm really not hungry," I tell him. "Big dinner."

"Seeds and nuts in a go bag with a canned coffee?" Kuroo asks me. I half-smile. "See you in about 20 minutes, Ken,"

Oikawa
"Oi! Shittykawa!" A loud voice interrupts my peaceful Monday morning hair routine. Iwa-chan.

"Morning, Iwa-chan!" I say brightly as he barges into my room.

"Are your bags packed?"

"Yep."

"Have you had breakfast?"

"Yep."

"Is there anything else left to do?"

"My hair."

"Your hair looks great, we're late, grab your bags and get in the car."

"Awh, Iwa-chan. Why are you always so grumpy?" I pout.

"Because we're late." He marches over to my stack of bags, lifts two in each hand and walks out the door. Dayum, he's strong. "Oi!" I snap out of my daydream, check my hair one last time, grab my keys and phone and rush after him.

Surprisingly, I'm the last one to join the group for once. Makki and Mattsun are both already in the car on the backseat.

I wave and smile at them as I hop into the car.

"Jeez, Oikawa, what's got you so happy?" Makki asks.

"The fresh air is going to be so good for my complexion." I answer. It's a lie. I know it's a lie, Makki knows it's a lie, Mattsun knows it's a lie. Iwa-chan doesn't. He also doesn't know that the real reason I'm so happy is because myself and Mr Refreshing are the only two people on this entire trip who know that the teachers accidentally ordered 10 double sleeping bags instead of 20 singles and couldn't get a refund.

"What music are we listening to?" Our handsome driver asks. Yeah, I'm a simp, so what?

I exchange a look with Makki and Mattsun and we all nod.

"Hamilton soundtrack." I answer.

"Fine." Iwa-chan knows that there's no point in fighting us. He will lose.

Some time later, our song comes on. I call it that because it makes me think of Iwa-chan. Don't judge, okay?

"Helpless, I'm down for the count and I'm drowning in them." I sing, everyone in the team knows that if Helpless is playing, I will sing it on my own until the rap when I stop to take a breather. I've just got up to the rap so I can finally stop and listen to Makki and Mattsun's clapping. They start to clap but then stop immediately in shock.

"Eliza, I don't have a dollar to my name, an acre of land, a troop to command, a dollop of fame. All I have is my honour, a tolerance for pain, a couple of college credits and my top notch brain," I stare open mouthed in shock as Iwaizumi gets through the entire rap and I'm barely able to catch myself to continue the singing.

After the song has finished, we pause it so we don't talk over goddess Renée Elise Goldsberry.

"Iwa-chan, you learnt the Helpless rap?" I ask.

"Yeah. You won't stop singing that song and it's annoying when you leave a gap." He answers, nonchalantly. Luckily for me, I know Iwa-chan. I can see the faint blush on his cheeks and ears. He had an ulterior motive.

I press play on the speaker and we all prepare ourselves for the Satisfied intro.

"Hit it Makki!" I tell my friend as he starts with 'From your sister,'

Sugawara

"Thank you so much for giving Shoyo a lift, Sugawara-kun." Hinata's mum says.

"Oh, it's no problem." I respond with a smile, lifting up one of Hinata's bags.

"I'm a little bit worried about him being there with so many older kids."

"Oh, no, don't worry. Hinata's like a ray of sunshine. I don't think there's a single person we've played against so far this year that disliked him. And he'll be safe. If we get worried about him running off, we can tie him to a pole and leave him to play video games with Kenma." I joke.

"I'm glad you have a good sense of humour. It makes me feel less worried." Oh wow, is she really this worried?

"Don't worry. I'm the Karasuno team mom and we've got 5 other team moms coming with us. Shoyo will be fine." I reassure her.

"Is your driver responsible?" She asks.

"He's our team captain." I answer. She doesn't look fazed. "He's the team dad." She sighs in relief. "Alright then. I'm trusting you with my son, Sugawara-kun. I need you and your team captain to be his parents for the week. Can you handle that?"

"Ma'am, we handle parenting an entire volleyball team whenever they're at school, practise or on trips. We can handle four first years. Hinata just needs someone to talk with him until he tires himself out, Kageyama's fine as long as he has milk, Tsukishima handles himself and when he doesn't Yamaguchi does. And if Yamaguchi stresses, we just give him a hug. We've got this. Hinata's in safe hands."

"Shoyo!" His mum calls and he comes dashing towards the door. "For the next week, Sugawara-kun and your captain are going to be your parents. Clear?" Hinata nods. "Hug?' Hinata hugs his mother. "Alright, have fun."

Hinata grabs his other bag and waves bye as I lead him up the driveway. I open the minivan door for him and he hops in with his bags. I sit in the front passenger seat and smirk at Daichi.

"What's with you?" He asks.

"We just got given express orders to be Hinata's parents for the next week."

"Yes!"