Secret Message - SemiShira

13

"Hapina Nakakecho?"

Third Person POV

Semi parked the car in front of Shirabu's house, insisting on waiting outside for him. As he sat in the driver's seat, lost in his thoughts, a knock on the window jolted him from his daydream

Expecting Shirabu, he turned to his right but was surprised to find it was Keisha, Shirabu's younger sister.

A smile spread across Semi's face as he rolled down the window. "Keisha, hey! It's been a while" he greeted her warmly

"Semi! Hi! Yeah, I just got back from volleyball practice. What are you doing here?" Keisha asked, a curious shown in her eyes

Semi leaned closer, his voice lowering. "Me and Kenjirou are going somewhere. I'm waiting for him," he explained

Keisha's eyes lit up with excitement. "You should come inside and wait! It's been forever since you've visited," she offered, extending an invitation.

Semi hesitated for a moment, glancing toward the house where Shirabu would soon come from. "It's fine. He'll be out soon," he replied

Just then, Shirabu emerged from the house, joining the conversation. "Hi, Keisha," he greeted his sister

Keisha turned toward her brother, a hint of exhaustion evident on her face. "Hi!"

"How was volleyball practice" he asked, approaching her

"It was okay, but Coach won't stop making us do extra spikes," she groaned

Shirabu chuckled, shaking his head. "That's what happens when you go to Shiratorizawa," he remarked, slipping into the car and fastening his seatbelt. "I'll be out until late. I left one of my cards on my desk if you want to order something to eat."

Keisha smiled appreciatively. "Thanks, I might just do that. Have fun, you two!" she winked mischievously

As the car pulled away, Semi glanced over at Shirabu, his eyes tracing the familiar lines of his face. "You spoil your sister a lot," he commented, his hand resting on the steering wheel

Shirabu shrugged. "Don't act like you didn't spoil her too when we were in high school," he retorted

Semi nodded. "I've never had a sibling before, and she was like a little sister to me. Of course, I would spoil her," he admitted, memories of their fun times resurfacing in his mind

There was a momentary silence. Shirabu's gaze shifted to his left, catching sight of the smile on Semi's face.

"Why don't you come over anymore?" Shirabu asked, a hint of vulnerability in his words. "Keisha would love to see you again."

Semi's voice softened with regret. "You don't invite me over anymore," he replied

Shirabu furrowed his brow, contemplating Semi's words. "You've always just walked into my house. You had the spare key and I got used to you coming whenever," he explained, a flicker of realization crossing his face

Semi's smile widened, "Once I find that spare key, then I'll come over," he said, a playful glint in his gaze.

Shirabu's lips curled into a smile

As the car journey continued, the subtle shift in the atmosphere changed

Semi stretched his arms above his head, letting out a satisfied groan. They've been shopping for an hour now
"I'm hungry," he declared, the rumble in his stomach as evidence

Shirabu glanced around, his eyes landing on a row of street food stands nearby. "Let's have some street food. There are some stands over there," he suggested, pointing in their direction

Semi's hand instinctively found its way to his stomach. "Oh god, I'm so unfit. I don't think I can handle it," he complained

Shirabu rolled his eyes playfully. "It's only for one day. You'll survive," he reassured him

A mischievous smirk played on Semi's lips. "You're a bad influence," he teased.

Shirabu shot back without missing a beat. "You're literally the worst influence," he countered

The two made their way to a nearby hotdog stand, their appetites winning over. They ordered a hotdog each and began eating it straight away

"I haven't had these in ages," Shirabu mused, taking another bite

Semi nodded in agreement. "I feel like the last time I had them was during Ushiwaka's last birthday," he recalled

Shirabu's eyes widened in realization. "Oh shit, talking about Ushijima's birthdays, I still haven't gotten him a gift," he admitted, a touch of panic creeping into his voice

Semi shrugged, seemingly unfazed. "Neither have I. What are you even supposed to get someone like Ushijima?" he pondered, genuinely perplexed.

"A volleyball?" Shirabu suggested, only half-serious

Semi chuckled, shaking his head. "He probably has plenty of those already," he reasoned

Shirabu furrowed his brow, racking his brain for ideas. "What would he like, then?" he wondered aloud.

Semi's eyes glinted with an idea "Wait, I think I know. Come this way," he declared, grabbing Shirabu's arm and pulling him along

"Where are we going?" Shirabu questions

"You'll see"

798 Words