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The festival was...loud, for one. And very packed with students and their families and friends. 

Asahi was close to tears. The first year simpletons had run off shouting about yet another competition of theirs. Tsukishima was pissing strangers off while Yamaguchi held him back to no avail. The nerve in Daichi's forehead was throbbing disturbingly as he struggled to compose himself. Nishinoya and Tanaka were alternating between seething like animals at any male who looked twice at Kiyoko and fawning over other cute girls milling about. Yachi looked seconds away from having a stroke. 

Koushi was not having fun. 

"Stop it, you two," he chided when yet another boy stiffened at the sight of the two unruly second years, looking for all the world like he'd met eyes with Medusa and turned to rock. "You're going to create a scene." 

Daichi looked around warily. "The vice principal isn't around, is he?" He shuddered, and Koushi shot him a slightly judgmental look because it was a little weird that his friend was still being plagued by nightmares of that stupid wig flying off. 

Then again, maybe Koushi would understand better if the wig in question landed on his head. The trauma of having to calmly remove it and hand it back to the paralyzed vice principal had to have been unbearable. That too on two separate occasions. 

His musings regarding the cursed wig were broken by Asahi shuffling closer and looking wounded as he caught another whisper contemplating his time as an undercover drug lord. 

"It's okay," Koushi sighed, patting the taller boy's back. "Ignore 'em. They don't matter anyways." 

Nishinoya piped up in loud agreement. "Yeah, Asahi-san! Tell the haters where they can shove their stinking opinions!" 

"No one will be shoving anything anywhere," Daichi cut in, alarmed, while Koushi laughed at Nishinoya's loudness. "Come on, guys. Behave. We have to hurry if we want to make it to (L/n)'s play in time." 

"It's gonna be so cool!" Nishinoya exclaimed, jumping up excitedly, arms and legs flanked out, and Ennoshita dodged his limbs to avoid getting hit in the face. "(Y/n)-san said she'd get us the best seats too. She's awesome, isn't she? Suga-san is a lucky man." 

The gray-haired setter had been smiling pleasantly up until the last part, at which point he choked in surprise on his own spit and hoped he hadn't turned beat red. "N-Nishinoya!" he cried in protest. "It isn't like tha-"

"(Y/n)-san also agreed to come to our next practice match," Tanaka informed with a grin that turned proud as he puffed out his chest to proclaim, "I asked her myself." 

Raising an eyebrow, Ennoshita swiftly shut his bald friend down. "You stuttered and nearly fainted until Nishinoya had to do it for you," he reminded, Kinoshita and Narita snorting to add the final blow to Tanaka's pride.