90s AU where Shirabu has a humongous crush on, you guessed it, Semi Eita aka the setter of the volleyball club.
But Semi isn't into boys anyways,
right?
Yes the title is indeed a nct reference
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-i dont own any of the characters, i onl...
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TW:not edited lol
Shirabu's gaze shot up, his breath caught in his throat. Out of all people he had to bump into right now...it had to be him.
As we all know, Semi was the kind of guy who seemed effortlessly cool. Meanwhile Shirabu had just face-planted in front of half the rink, and now this.
"Uh, yeah Im fine," Shirabu muttered, his voice uncharactersitically quiet. He couldnt meet Semis gaze, so he focused on the scuffed floor beneath his feet instead. He could feel the weight of Semis eyes on him, probably sizing up the state he was in.
"You sure? You look kinda...flustered" Semi said, his tone light but genuinely concerned. "Did something happen?"
Shirabu grit his teeth, trying to shake off the embarassment gnawing at him.
Flustered
He hated that word, it just made him sound pathetic for some reason.
"No, I'm good, just had a fall, that's all.." he replied, more firm this time. trying to brush off the invisible dust on his shirt, as if that would somehow restore his dignity.
A brief silence hung between them. Semi raised his eyebrow, glancing at his reddened face. It didn't take a genius to put two and two together.
"Ah, I see," Semi said, a knowing grin tugging his lips. "Did a lot of people see it?" he asked, trying to tease Shirabu a little.
Shirabus jaw clenched at the mention of people. "You could say that i guess"
Semi chuckled, casually leaning against the lockers next to them, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Well that's whatever, accidents happen after all. Anyways, if you're bailing, mind if I tag along? I've had enough skating for one day."
Shirabu blinked, caught off guard by the offer. He glanced at Semi, who had already started walking towards the exit, clearly assuming Shirabu would follow. He hesitated for a second, did Semi Eita just invite himself to hang out with him?
"S-Sure," the male stammered, then cursed himself for sounding so awkward. He calmed himself down, walking a few steps behind Semi.
As they made their way out of the building, Shirabu couldn't help but steal a glance at Semi, who seemed entirely unfazed by the entire encounter. Maybe this day wasn't a total disaster after all. Sure, he was still furious at Taichi, and his pride had taken a hit. Somehow, walking out that rink with Semi felt like small win.
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Shirabu kept his head down, trying desperately not to trip over his own feet. He was just relieved to leave the whole place behind. The jangling pop music, the ever-spinning disco ball and all the kids in neon outfits were too much.
Next to him, Semi was just rambling on about some new grunge band, even his voice sounded effortlessly. That casual confidence seemed to come naturally to him.
He always seemed at ease, wether he was talking, playing volleyball, or even bumping into people- like he'd just float through life without ever loosing balance.
Shirabu, meanwhile, was barely holding it together.
"Shirabu, you're not saying much, dude. Everything good?" Semis voice broke into Shirabus spiral of thoughts, pulling him back to the moment. He blinked, realizing the other had been watching him. His easy grin flashing as if they hadn't just left behind a complete disaster of an afternoon.
Shirabu cleared his throat, forcing his voice to work. "Oh yeah, I'm fine," he muttered, his words clipped. But he wasn't fine- not even close.
His face was burning, especially with Semi walking next to him, their hands almost touching with every step they took. His heart was beating erratically, while Semi, completely unaware of the mess swirling in Shirabu's head, kept rambling about that band- Underwater Spread or something?
"...Yeah they make super cool stuff dude! I'm definetly getting the new Pearl Jam album," Semi was saying, completely oblivious to the internal crisis unraveling beside him. "They've got this grunge thing going on you know? Super raw, I think you'd dig them Shira."
Shirabu nodded, barely registering the words. Yeah sure, Pearl Jam, whatever, his brain echoed, but all he could really focus on was the way Semi's voice sounded, casual and smooth like he could just talk about anything and make it interesting. Stupid voice. Stupid cool guy.
"Yeah sure, sounds cool," Shirabu finally mumbled, hoping his face wasn't giving away the fact his stomach was doing backflips.
The streetlights flickered on, casting long shadows along the sidewalk. Shirabu kept his eyes glued to the pavement, too flustered to look up.
They reached a bus stop, the sound of cars passing by filling the comfortable silence. Semi stopped, leaning casually against the bus shelter.
"You should come watch us practice sometime, instead of just waiting outside for us to finish," he suddenly added, as if this sugestion was the most normal thing in the world.
Shirabu's stomach twisted again. Was this like an invite? Even if it wasn't, it still made something flutter in his chest, and for a split second, he almost smiled.
Almost.
He huffled instead, trying to act like it didn't matter. "Maybe" he mumbled, keeping his tone as neutral as possible.
Semi just laughed, like he found Shirabu's awkwardness endearing. "Man, you're way to serious sometimes. Relax."
Relax. Yeah like that was possible with Semi standing so close. Shirabu could still feel the heat creeping up his neck.
He wanted to say something, anything, but his brain kept shutting down. Every word he thought of got caught up in his throat.
The distant rumble of an approaching bus filled the air. Shirabu glanced up just as the headlights rounded the corner, a wave of relief and anxiety washing over him.
The bus pulled up with a hiss, its doors swinging open. Semi didn't seem in a hurry, leaning back against the shelter, his casual grin still in place as if he had all the time in the world.
Shirabu on the other hand, felt like the moment was slipping away too fast. The idea of watching Semi practice inside of the gym, not through the small window on the door, rattled around his mind.
The bus driver looked at them expectantly, but Semi didn't move right away. "You heading out?" Shirabu asked, his voice a little lighter than he meant it to be.
"Yeah," Semi replied, pushing off the shelter with ease. "But think about it, alright? Practice isn't so bad with an audience."
With that, Shirabu received a final wave from the latter, before he stepped into the bus, leaving Shirabu standing there, heart still racing as the doors slid shut with a soft
Thunk.
He still stood there, watching the bus drive away, feeling the past moments crash down on him all at once. The cool breeze ruffled his hair but it did nothing to calm the burning sensation in his chest.
Shirabu clenched his jaw. Damn it, he thought, this wasnt supposed to happen. He was supposed to be the level-headed one, the guy who kept it together no matter what. But around Semi?
He felt like a mess.
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Hi guys, so i still managed to update today!! I have two exams tomorrow sooo wish me luck ^^!! also we hit 106 reads now?? wowww thank you guys so much!! love yallll💕💕
