Who you are

Telling

(Y/N) was breathing heavier than usual. He was literally gasping and had some coughes every here and there. It was as if he had held his breath the entire match and only now was allowed to breathe.

Everyone else seemed about worn out or half way to the grave as well.

"One more game!"

Both coaches shut down the request, but was challenged by coach Nekomata to meet again in a tournament on a national stage.

As both of the teams gathered together, said their thanks and began to clean up, the two teams went back to mingle and interact with each other. (Y/N) watched as Kageyama would glare down the poor Kenma. It was as if the pudding head had war flashbacks of horror, and he escaped behind their #7.

When both teams stood outside, ready to say their goodbyes, (Y/N) had put on his headset, chatting on his phone as usual. He went into the private chat with 'Brain'. He would either make a giant idiot out of himself and drag Kenma down with him, or he could just pretend he was calling someone else. Yeah, everything was gonna be okay.

(Y/N) tapped the call button with a shaking thumb, watching Kenma if he got any reaction from him.

He took out his phone and checked it, he looked around and the (h/l), (h/c) hair quickly turned his eyes away from him. The other end picked up and Kenma had his phone to his ear. (Y/N) dropped his phone, only looking in half belief as Kenma pulled it a bit away from the loud noise. He looked over at the short libero who hurried to pick up his phone.

Suddenly, Kozume decided to approach the fidgeting boy.

"...Hey (Online name)." He ended the call as he was now standing in front of Karasuno's second libero.

"..Hey, Brain." He gave a small awkward wave. He had hoped it was him, but he didn't want to believe it until he could confirm it. And now here he was, with his guild mate and friend for two long-ass years, right in front of his (e/c) eyes.

"Good match today..."

"Yeah."

As usual, he's a person with few words. Both of the two guild mates was slightly fiddling, adding on an even more awkward and nervous vibe to the whole situation.

"...How long did you know? That I was (Online name), I mean." (Y/N) broke the silence.

"..Since I got lost and ran into you and Shoyo."

"That long? Really? How?"

"You mention a lot of trivial stuff about yourself without realizing it, you know..." Kenma sweat dropped a bit. "...But it's not a bad thing."

The shorter of the two sighed at his own recklessness. "Then I'm relieved it was you who received all that stuff..."

"...You're too careless, (Y/N)."

"I know. Sorry." He had a small apoloetic smile which, if he wasn't imagening it, Kenma slightly returned. Imagination or not, it disappeared once a new voice was heard.

"Kenma!" As Shoyo approached them, (Y/N) retreated a bit, letting the two of them have their conversation. He went over to the mother duo, who sweat dropped at their captains and coaches while the four men had an intense handshake.

'They definietly want to handicap the other team.'

"...So who was the girlie one from earlier? Karasuno's #13, right? Know him?"