Pulling Your Heartstrings

New Singer

I eventually came out of my changing room, a bit after my talk with B/n. I couldn't make eye contact with Semi. How could I?! I might like him or something.

This, of course, didn't go unnoticed.

Kenken just had to be the observant type. "What's bothering you, Y/n?"

I looked at him, pulling a slight smile. "Just hit my head too hard." I chuckled, rubbing the back of my head.

He raised a brow. "Ok. Don't really believe you, but I'm not gonna force anything from you."

Tetsu used my shoulder as an armrest. "Could you stop, Kenma? Her head probably hurts."

Kenken glared at him. But he wasn't the one to speak up.

"I'll make your head hurt if you don't shut up." That was a voice I know pretty well.

I whipped around to see the two people I was trying to hide from: Yaku Morisuke and Haiba Lev. "Yaku?! Lev?!"

"Y/n!" The tall half-Russian boy smiled when he saw me. "It's been awhile!"

"Yeah...." I could barely maintain this small smile.

Yaku glared at Kuroo. "So, you two just go off on your own and meet up with Y/n and not tell the team?! We all wanted to see Y/n, you know! You two aren't the only ones that miss her."

Kuroo rolled his eyes. "We were the only ones constantly keeping in touch and made plans with her."

I felt someone tap my shoulder. "What's up, Tomu?"

He looked at me with concern, in fact his teammates did as well. "You ok?"

I gestured for them to follow me, leaving all the Nekoma boys present to bicker with each other. I brought the Shiratorizawa boys to my dressing room, sighing heavily as I sit on the couch.

"You ok?"

"No." I closed my eyes, my face in my hands. "Of all the guys from Nekoma to show up... it just had to be Lev and Yaku. And why together?!" I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes.

A hand was gently placed on my shoulder. "That tall one... is the guy you liked?" Semi's voice rung right in my ear.

My voice left me yet again. I just nodded, feeling the tears threatening to fall. My breathing became uneven, and now there were five guys around me that were about to see me completely break down.

Semi's hand left my shoulder, and I heard footsteps walk away. The door opened then closed, causing me to look up. Semi had left.

Tomu sat next to me and pulled me into a hug. "Don't cry!"

"I'm trying not to." My voice came out so weak, it didn't really sound like my voice.

What is even going on?

Semi pov:

When Y/n confirmed that one of the new guys that showed up was her crush, I left the room. I went back to the table where those guys were.

The two newer guys had sat down across from Kuroo and Kenma. I walked over and sat next to Kuroo.

He looked over at me. "Where'd the others go?"

I made eye contact. "Y/n's changing room. We were worried she might get stressed or something."

Of course I was gonna lie to them. If these two newer guys heard she got upset, they'd demand to know the problem. And no one wants to hear that they're the problem.

Kenma leaned over to look at me. "So why'd you come back?"

"To talk." I turned to the guys sitting across the table. "Who are you guys?"

"I'm Haiba Lev, first year and middle blocker at Nekoma!" The taller boy answered.

My eyes widened. "You're only a first year? You're pretty tall." This one is the one Y/n liked.

Lev nodded. "Yup! Russians are pretty tall, I guess."

I nodded, shifting my attention to the shorter boy. "And you?"

"Yaku Morisuke, third year liberal for Nekoma." His eyes narrowed as he looked at me. "You?"

"Semi Eita. Third year setter for Shiratorizawa. I'm also Y/n's new coworker, along with being her Senpai at school."

Yaku raised a brow. "Coworker?"

I nodded. "She works here. Actually, we both sing here."

"You sing too?!" Lev smiled brightly. I guess I can see why she had a thing for him.

"Yeah. We actually had finished a performance together about 20 minutes before you showed up."

"Awww! We missed it, Yaku-san!" He whined to his senpai.

Yaku rolled his eyes. "Blame Kuroo and Kenma for not saying anything to us."

Kuroo glared. "If you wanted to see her perform, then you should've texted her to hangout."

Kenma muttered, his eyes focused on his handheld console. "We text her almost nonstop. Maybe you should text her more."

Yaku glared at the two. "Or maybe, and here's something the entire team can agree with, you tell us when Y/n's gonna be around where we are so all of us can catch up."

I hate this guy's attitude. "Wouldn't that be up to Y/n if she wants to hangout with all of you?"

His glared turned to me. "Stay out of this."

I glared back. "No. I have a say since I've been spending time with Y/n recently. And Y/n talks more about music than her life back at Tokyo. So who's to say she wants to hangout with everyone she knew from there?"

I struck a nerve with Yaku. "She was our manager and you only know her from work. Don't pretend like you're close with her."

"Don't say that to Semi."