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WHEN IWAIZUMI REALIZED HE HADN'T SAID ANYTHING YET, he floundered and cursed himself before summoning the courage to look into the pretty boy's eyes, which he didn't have much of.

"Don't worry about it. I wasn't watching where I was going anyways." Iwaizumi mentally patted himself on the back for not stumbling on his words.

(M/Name) nodded, indifferent to the male's growing sense of self-importance. He suddenly remembered the open seat and thought to himself as he looked at the shorter male in front of him.

"Hey...do you...need a place to...sit?" (M/Name) asked blankly.

"Ah, yeah. Why?" Iwaizumi replied curtly, stuffing his hands inside the pockets of his pants.

"Then, let's...sit together." (M/Name) inclined his head towards the seat with four seats available, not really caring if he's sitting with a male who he still hasn't caught the name of.

If Iwaizumi had been drinking, he would have immediately spat it out or choked on it.Did he hear it right? This boy in front of him, who was easy on the eyes, asked him, Iwaizumi Hajime, to sit at a table with him?

"Wait, what?" Iwaizumi dumbly asked.

He had to ask again. He wasn't sure if his ears were playing tricks on him because this boy, and he couldn't stress this enough, was seriously pretty. He usually doesn't even act like this, and for him to be losing his shit over some foreign beauty was making him question his overall sanity.

"I...said...let's sit together." Was his voice too low? (M/Name) was sure he said it loud enough for the boy to hear. Oh, wait, what's this guy's name?

He forgot to ask. Maybe he was way too straight-forward that umber-haired guy appeared shock. (M/Name) sighed through his nose, well, it's better late than never, he guesses.

"(M/Name) (L/Name)..." He introduced himself out-of-the-blue

"H,huh?" 

"My...name." As if to emphasize his point, (M/Name) pointed a lithe finger to himself.

Iwaizumi flinched and instantly introduced himself, "My name's Iwaizumi Hajime, you can call me, uh, whatever you want." He bowed his head to conceal his flushed cheeks. They've been conversing despite not knowing each other's names.

For the first time in his life, Iwaizumi felt like an idiot. Usually, it was the other way around. It was him making people feel like an idiot with his unswerving levelheadedness, which he prided himself on. But now his mind has turned to mush, and it's all thanks to (M/Name).

"Then, Haji... Can I call...you that?" Asked (M/Name), tilting his head to the side.

"Yes! Uh, I mean," Iwaizumi coughed, embarrassed. "Sure, that's fine." He said calmly, suppressing an inexplicable surge of satisfaction in him.

With Iwaizumi in tow, (M/Name) strolled to the table and sat in the chair right next to the window, humming drably. Iwaizumi was undecided about whether to sit next to (M/Name) or across from him. He ultimately chose to sit across from him because he lacked the courage to sit beside (M/Name), who kindly offered him to sit with him despite the fact that he is, or was, a stranger to him.

Really, if (M/Name) hadn't asked Iwaizumi to sit with him in the first place, he wouldn't have actually done it. He was just feeling a little bit, dare he say... courageous, to continue their conversation that led to where they are now.

And thank God for that. Otherwise, he wouldn't have met a p̶r̶e̶t̶t̶y̶ nice guy with a b̶e̶a̶u̶t̶i̶f̶u̶l̶ nice voice and a s̶e̶x̶y̶ nice body, who seemed to have the same interests as him.

"So, you're an...ace?" Asked (M/Name), who gazed out the window before flicking his gaze to Iwaizumi's.

"Yeah, I'm also going to be a third year in Aoba Johsai. What about you?" Iwaizumi could feel himself puff up with pride, but he did so discreetly so as not to appear arrogant.

He didn't want the fine specimen across from him to have a negative impression of him. As a young man, that would be detrimental to his ego.

"... Ah, I'm going...to be a...first year. I forgot what...school, though." (M/Name) nibbled on his lower lip absently. 

Diluted brown eyes fixate on the way pearly white teeth gnawed on the supple flesh keenly, and, unknowingly, his tongue darts out to swipe at his lower, chapped lips.

His adam's apple bobbed as the holder of those hawk-like eyes swallowed the forming lump in his throat.

" Hmm, then what's your volleyball position?" Iwaizumi coughed, his words forced.

"I'm—"

Sad to say, their conversation was interrupted by a rambunctious interjection from the one and only, Ecklies himself, who, no matter what his heart tells him, he will reject it with all his passion, was green with envy upon seeing (M/Name) flirt with another guy.

Well, it couldn't really be considered flirting, but Ecklies's possessive tendencies tend to fabricate such absurdities from time to time.

Like now.

"Oh? Who's this?" Ecklies, feeling attacked, gave a not-so-subtle scowl to the male sitting across from him (M/Name).

He had half the mind to slam the tray of food and drinks on the table if it weren't for trying to maintain his pristine image in front of (M/Name).

In addition, they were in a public place. With many eyes on them if ever he caused a riot within the quaint environment.

"Ah, he's—" Once again, (M/Name) was interrupted.

Is today "interrupt (M/Name)" day or what?

"Yahoo~! Iwa-chan~!" A high-pitched but nonabravasive voice chirped beside Ecklies, who didn't even flinch, too preoccupied with the fact that another male dared to speak, let alone look (M/Name) in the eyes closely.

Iwaizumi grunted, glaring into mirthful chocolate orbs belonging to his irritating childhood friend, Oikawa Tooru. 

"Shut up, Shittykawa!! 'S about time you got back! What the hell took you so long?" He roared, incensed.

"Ahahaha! Sorry, sorry~ There was a cute girl at the counter and I just had to— Wait, who's...this?" Like some unknown force, chocolate orbs flock towards the other individual seated across from his irked friend.

And, his breath hitches.

Staring right back at Oikawa was the most beautiful pair of (e/c) eyes he's ever seen, and don't even get him started on the guy's face.

Oikawa's breath was stripped away for the first time as words could not define the (h/c)–haired male's uncompelling splendor. Like someone had punched all of the air out of his lungs.

But he's decided that, right then and there, he will claim that boy as his.

Dibs be damned.

It's "you snooze, you lose~" 

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