𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙬𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙢 | 𝘬. 𝘬𝘰𝘻𝘶𝘮𝘦 [HIATUS]

𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭 𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐧 | 𝑒𝓊𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓎𝓅𝓉𝓊𝓈

『𝓮𝓾𝓬𝓪𝓵𝔂𝓹𝓽𝓾𝓼』
❝protection❞

"What did ya say?!" The theater club members turn their heads at Y/N, who just let out a yell of disbelief. Their eyes flicker in curiosity as Y/N never had an outburst like this, not even once since she joined the club. She is cool and level-headed (except when things involve the volleyball club) at all times; she always keeps to herself but not to the point where she seems distant and unapproachable.

"I said I'm outside your school." Y/N's jaw slackens, her brows furrowing as she desperately tries to understand why, "I heard ya crystal clear, but why? What made ya come 'ere?"

On the other side of the line, the half-blonde shrugs, side-eyeing his friends who are busy taking in the sight of a lively Inarizaki. "No reason. And I brought some of my teammates, is that okay?" Y/N internally screeches, 'He even brought his friends?! What the fuck's happenin'? Why are they even 'ere?' Y/N clears her throat before responding, "Mhm, yeah no worries... I guess I'll pick ya up there." She bids the boy goodbye and turns to face her clubmates, only to see them staring back at her.

Y/N looks at Shiori, her eyes wordlessly asking for permission. Shiori breaks into a smile, nodding in agreement, "Sure, Y/N-chan. We still have an hour before the performance so ya could show 'em around." Y/N returns the gesture with a smile of her own and bows in gratitude before scurrying out the door.

"Who could it be ta have the Miya Y/N leave rehearsal like that?" Mitsuo asks himself, peering out the door of the auditorium in hopes of catching a glimpse as to who that person is. Y/N never fails to attend rehearsals, not counting her at-home practices. This trait of hers is similar to how Atsumu overworks after volleyball practice. Osamu would have to drag the both of them home to make them stop.

Shiori hears this and shrugs, "Well, it's Y/N-chan's business and we have practice ta do. C'mon, get back ta yer positions everyone!"

❀

Y/N is out of breath when she reaches the school gate, panting as she holds her knees to support herself. "You're finally here, Y/N-chan! We were getting tired of waiting for you~" She looks up to see a certain rooster-head, grinning wide as it stretches from one ear to the other. Y/N scoffs and straightens her posture, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "Welcome ta Inarizaki, diplomats from Nekoma. Hope ya enjoy yer time 'ere," she unenthusiastically raises her hands and does jazz hands, earning a snort from a short male with honey-brown hair beside Kenma.

Y/N tilts her head to look at him, a silent request for him to introduce himself. "Ah, my bad," he realizes this and stretches his hand out, "I'm Yaku Morisuke. Nice to finally meet you, Miya-san. Kuroo never shuts up about you." Y/N smiles at him, "Nice ta meet ya too, Yaku-san. I hope Kuroo-san said good things 'bout me."

"Don't worry, he does," Yaku reassures her. Y/N smiles again before turning to Kenma, "Ya didn't tell me why yer 'ere." The blonde avoids her gaze, his eyes darting from the ground to his shoes. "Well, the thing is..." he trails off, with Y/N waiting for him to finish his sentence. "I promised I'd watch you perform..." Kenma mumbles, barely audible. Luckily for Y/N, she manages to catch that, with a faint blush appearing on her cheeks, almost unnoticeable. She tries hard to suppress a smile as her gut seems to flutter in a slow rhythm.

Kuroo and Yaku stare dumbly at the scene. They swear they can see hearts and cherry blossom petals floating in the air. The raven-haired male clears his throat and speaks, in hopes of changing the atmosphere, "Wow, you have a lot of stuff going on here, Y/N-chan! Can you show us around?" His plan works when Y/N turns to him with sparkling eyes. "Sure! I'll show ya 'round the stalls first."

❀

Y/N is showing the three guys around when her phone rings.

<Shiori-san>

She glances at the other three before taking the call, "Hello, Shiori-san."

"Y/N-chan, where are ya? The performance starts in a few minutes," Y/N mentally facepalms. She forgot that she still has a show to perform. She apologizes, "I'll be there in a few. Is the audience there yet?"

"Nah. But yer guardian foxes are~" Y/N groans upon hearing this. Her cousins and Suna were more protective than before, due to the Takeshi issue. "Are my friends there too?"

"Yup! The whole Y/N protection squad's 'ere!" Shiori cackles, who clearly enjoys teasing her underclassman. Y/N nervously laughs, "Sorry, Shiori-san. I'll be addin' three more ta that list."

Shiori hums in agreement, "Don'cha worry, my dearest kouhai! It's no problem at all!" Y/N breaks into a smile, silently appreciating her supportive and understanding upperclassman. Shiori is, no doubt, Y/N's favorite upperclassman (excluding the volleyball club).

Once the call is cut, she turns to the people she's escorting around the school. "It seems that it is time fer us ta go and meet the queen," Y/N says formally, tilting her head slightly downward as she acts. Kuroo and Yaku chuckle at her antics, while Kenma smiles, albeit small and barely noticeable.

"Lead the way, Y/N-chan!"

❀

"Oh? Who's this princess?" Hearing the nickname made a lot of people raise their eyebrows, including Kenma and Kuroo. "They call you princess, Y/N-chan?" The raven hair inquires.

Y/N nods, "Yeah, if I'm not feelin' well or somethin'." She hopes Kuroo won't press her and ask for what happened. Kuroo seems to notice this and stays silent, not wanting to strike a nerve.

"Anyway, these are my friends from Tokyo. This one's Kuroo-san, Yaku-san and Kenma," she introduces the three to her cousins and friends. "And these are my cousins, 'Tsumu and 'Samu. Here's good ol' Sunarin and these are my best friends, Rin and Yuki."

"We're better known as the 'Y/N Protection Squad'," Yuki jokes, earning her chuckles from both parties and a sigh from Y/N. Kuroo's eyes twinkle in interest, "Are there spots available?"

Y/N glares at him, her eyes are judgmental, "Seriously, Kuroo-san?" Kuroo turns to look at the girl, meeting her glares with a tilt of his head, as if to feign innocence. "Why, Y/N-chan? It's not for me." This makes Y/N raise a brow. 'If not ya, then who? It couldn't be Yaku-san and definitely is not—'

"It's for Kyanma."

ENDNOTES:

AaaAAaaAAaaAHHhhHHh i'm so sorry for the super late update!! i got super busy last week with schoolwork and i had to drop a subject bc i couldn't keep up with the demand *cough* ap chem

neways this one and the next one are supposed to be in one long chapter but i decided to cut the other half since that has more drama and it deserves its own chapter✨ i might post that chapter this weekend as i hope that i won't get bombed with homeworks & tests for next week🛐 hope y'all enjoyed this chapter luvu😗