Eight Boys Two Dorms

1) awkward interactions

Kenma

Everyone in this place was always so loud. Nobody cares that you suck and Smash Bro's, Kindaichi. Kunimi, nobody cares you won. This whole school was so annoying.

I was curled up in a ball on one of the many couches, playing on my Switch. I had my airpods in, but I could hear some of what was going on around me. I felt the couch sink down when someone sat down. Who now?

I look up to see Shouyou. "Hey Kenma!" He smiled, bright as ever.

"Hey," I looked back at my game, assuming he will start a conversion on his own.

"How's everyone in your dorm doing?" He turns his body to face me, smiling.

"Mm... Okay. Oikawa is annoying sometimes."

He laughed, "Does he still force you to watch the Sci-Fi shows? Kageyama told me in middle school he always watched them."

"Yeah, earlier Suga had enough of it and forced us to watch his romance movies but I didn't pay attention." I shrug.

"You guys have quiet the dynamic- oh Kageyama!" I could feel the couch rise as he pounced up. "Are you back from your baby nap?" He teased. The taller boy got mad, and they ran out of the cafeteria. I rolled my eyes and continued playing.

After about 15 minutes, I felt a shadow over me. When I looked up all I could see was very messy, black hair, and a tall body in front of me, "Kenma?"

"Mm.. what do you want?"

"You're in my math class, right? Can you help me with Algebra? I'm not good at this." He smiled, pulling a paper out of his pocket.

"Mm.. Sure but can we do it later?" I look back down at the game displayed on my Switch, Minecraft.

"Oh! Sure! How about in my dorm, I can give you the room number." He pulled out a pencil.

"Can I bring a couple of my friends that can help because they've done this already?" I look up at him again, and he had a smile plastered on his face.

"Okay! Here's my room number," he passed the tiny slip of paper he wrote it on, "How about 7, will that work?"

"Yeah sure," I look at the paper... It seemed to have more than just a room number..

"Cya later Kenma!" He winked as he walked away, "Text me!"

I looked back down at the paper. He really wrote his number on it. That slick mother fucker.

Oikawa

We decided to take the shortest path possible to get to the library, and that meant going through the gym. Oh great. "Are you ready?" I asked Akaashi, at the doors of the gym.

"Mm.. Yeah, sure." He seemed very calm. The fear of getting hit in the head was very distinct for me but I don't think he was worried.

I shrugged and opened the doors. The first thing I noticed was two boys kicking a soccer ball around. I remembered one of them from somewhere but I couldn't remember where. "I'm gonna go take a piss!" The one I didn't recognize yelled. Damn he's blunt.

He waddled out of the gym, and it seemed like neither of them noticed us. But, there were others in the gym. Some playing basketball and other sports. There was even a group of four playing badminton. Akaashi and I stayed to the side, avoiding human interaction.

I thought I was safe, and then all of a sudden I felt a pain in my face and everything went black.

Iwaizumi

After Bokuto said he had to piss, I decided to just kick the ball around myself. Then I got upset because I thought about how boring soccer is, then I kicked the ball really hard, and it hit someone right in the face.

Well shit.

I ran up, "Oh my shit I'm so sorry is he okay?!"

The boy next to him seemed to be smiling at the incident, "He'll be alright."

Akaashi

I had remembered something Oikawa said.

"Wait guys I forgot to tell you the other day I saw this really hot guy on campus and I don't know what his name was but he's a MEGA hottieee~."

"Oikawa that means a lot coming from you. Usually you think guys are just okay, some get into the cute section, but they rarely make it into the hot section. What's he look like?" Akaashi put down his napkin after wiping his mouth. All three boys looked at Oikawa.

He seemed to have to find the right words, "Well, he had dark brown spiky hair, tanned skin, toned arms... oh my god his arms... and uh I don't remember the rest he was just hot."

This was definitely the guy he was talking about. He fit the description, at least. Plus Oikawa seemed to be eyeing him since the moment we walked in. "He had a fear of this happening so I think he was mentally prepared. We just need to wake him up."

"How can we do that?" He asked.

"Hmm... do you have water?" I look at him.

"Uhhh... yeah over there." He pointed over at a water bottle.

"Okay go get it I'll get a towel." I walked a couple steps over to the basket of towels for the sweaty ass people in here and grabbed two. I put one on the floor under his head, and the other I held and waited for the dark haired boy.

I also realized I should probably check if he got injured, so I looked around his head to make sure it wasn't cracked or bleeding or anything. He was alright. Just a bloody nose.

The boy came back and opened his water bottle. "Should I just dump it on him?" He asked.

I laughed, "Yeah he'll hate it it'll be hilarious... let me take his glasses off first." I took them off and held them in my hand, then nodding.

The boy poured the water on Oikawa's face and he jolted immediately. It must have been cold. "WHAT- WHAT- WHERE AM I?! WHY IS THERE A HOT GUY ABOVE ME?!" He screetched. I covered his mouth, kneeling next to him.

"You got hit in the head with a soccer ball stupid, you're alright. The 'hot guy above you' is the one who kicked the ball." I laugh at his reaction, his eyes widening.

He slowly sat up, "Aw shit, it hurts." He rubbed the back of his head, and also wiped the blood off of his nose.

The boy held out his hand to help Oikawa stand, "Really sorry, man."

"You should be. You could have damaged my beautiful face." Oikawa took his hand and stood.

"Damn, you're full of attitude. Maybe I should hit you with another one and see if the attitude can be knocked out of you!" He smirked.

Oikawa gasped, and I laughed. "Alright, we best be going. Soon he'll realize his hair is wet and start complaining," I said.

"My hair! AAA MY HAIR AKAASHI LETS GO I NEED TO FIX MY HAIR PLEASE!!" He began to drag me out.

"Thank you for helping me with him! He'll probably see you later," I waved at the now very confused dark haired boy.

"C-Cya?"

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it's 1:37 am and i'm reposting this because i forgot to put an a/n lmao. sorry. anyway, i'm v excite for this story and i hope you are too! :)