as a team ❀ haikyuu

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pairing; tendou x semi

summary; tendou gives his favorite setter some nicknames.

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Semi Eita was not a nickname person.

He never has been; all his friends and family have stuck with his short name, and that's the way he likes it. (Though he will occasionally allow Eita-kun. Depends on the day.)

It's been like this all his life, through elementary, middle, and high school.

Well, somewhat through high school.

Eita remembers the exact day the 'Tendou Incident", as he refers to it, happened. It was their second year, a warm day in spring. The fresh air filtered through the gym through the open doors and the Shiratorizawa volleyball team had been hard at work practicing.

It had been Semi's turn to serve. He was going to ace it, as he always did. Spinning the ball in his hands, he listened as the gym quieted, awaiting, mind for the few "nice serves!"

Taking a deep breath and licking the top row of his teeth, (it was a habit after he got his braces off) he threw up the volleyball. Perfect toss. One step, then the next, gaining momentum, and then as he jumped, arms extended in midair-

"Semisemi nice serve!"

Eita choked, his form falling apart in the jump and he hastily smacked the ball, hitting the side of his palm strangely and it sailed across the court and over the line. Out. And 10 feet left of where he had aimed.

He fell back down with a stumble and a yelp, his team mates ranging from snickers to full on laughter at his misfortune, ("nice home run, eita-san!") but he ignored them in favor of swiveling on his heel to gawk at a grinning red head standing on the side lines.

"Uh...good serve?" Tendou tried, a sheepish smile adorning his features. Semi felt his face heat up with a blush as he stammered out something that was meant to be an accusation.

"I-wha-you-" he sputtered. Tendou tilted his head. Semi tried again." Wha-what did you just call me?!"

The rest of the team by now had turned their attention to the duo. Tendou giggled, giggled, before waving his hands around flippantly.

"Aw, do you not like that nickname, semisemi?"

An indignant sputter. "No!"

Satori half heartedly frowned, but the edges of his mouth were still upturned. "Does that mean I can't call you that anymore?"

Eita wanted to say; no, if you ever do it again I'll wring your neck, but the words wouldn't form in his throat. With a still prominent blush, he averted his gaze, shifting his glare on to the ground. "...You made me mess up my serve!"

"Didn't hear a no~"

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Second year came and went and they soon rolled into a new school year. Ushijima had taken his rightful position as team captain; and the rest of the third years all helped to keep the control, especially with the arrival of the new first years.