secret santa || semishira

chapter 3 - effects

~ 18th dec, wednesday. 7:36 am ~

third day of exams, just three more days and it's all over. of course, taichi had already gone without him, since shirabu never minded being late.

he opens the door to his dorm and locks it. just when he was about to walk, of course semi catches up to him and wraps his arms around shirabu's shoulder.

"morning kenjirou." semi whispered in his ear, shirabu flinched from the closeness and immediately pushed him off, his face could be seen a little bit pink.

"good morning, semi-san." he murmured, but could be heard.

"you're awfully nice today, are you sick?" semi asked worriedly, and to his surprise, he didn't answer.

"kenjirou?" he called once again, waiting for an answer. finally, he had the courage to speak up.

"i'm fine, i'm not sick." shirabu rolled his eyes, back to the original him.

"'kay, good." semi smiled and walked him to class.

while walking down the hallways, a lot of people stared at them.

"isn't that a third year? what's he doing here?" semi heard a boy ask, he just chuckled proudly and continued walking his kouhai to class.

"alright then, see you after school, kenji." shirabu blushed from the nickname but,

"see you after school,"

semi was about to walk away but shirabu called for him, "semi-san. what do you mean by that?"

"oh, i still need tutoring for math. i'm looking forward to your teaching again, shi- kenjirou-sensei!" he said as he waved and walked away.

"hey! wait--!" shirabu groaned from frustration, he didn't particularly hate tutoring but he had to deal with a dumbass.

he sighed and sat down on his desk, continuing to do what he was supposed to do.

school ended and shirabu was calmly walking back to practice, "morning.." he said.

"good morning!" the team replies.

they were doing practice like normal, except that shirabu wouldn't stop giving semi glances. he only realized now how beautiful the male was. the way he messed with his hair and it'd always fall back to its original spot, complimenting his face. his focus on his eyes while serving and setting. they way he licks his lips just right before he does an intense serve. shirabu was going insane.

shirabu couldn't really focus and had to reluctantly rip his eyes off of the ash blonde haired setter.

that time, when semi was soaking with sweat and thought it'd be a great idea to lift up his shirt and wipe his face, giving shirabu a full glance of his body and holy shit since when did he gain those abs.

he once again rips his eyes off of the male, his face now mad blushing. at that time, they were having break. he quickly sat down on the bench and glared at the floor, hoping no one would notice his burning face.

but of course, it wouldn't be interesting if that didn't happen. ushijima, who happens to be sitting beside the setter, noticed his red face and ears.

"shirabu, are you alright? your face is really red." he asked with a calm expression, shirabu only sighed.

yes, i'm fine. is what he was planning to say.

"no, i'm not." crap, why did he say that?

ushijima widened his eyes, but his stoic expression remains. this was the first time that shirabu was honest about his feelings, since he wasn't very good at being honest with people nor' himself.

tendou, again who happens to pass by notices how intensely shirabu glared at the wooden floor and how ushijima was staring at him.

"what happened here? are you having a staring contest with the floor or something?" tendou playfully asked.

"no.. i'm just," shirabu shooked his head to look at his senpai,

"i'm not feeling too great. can i maybe skip practice, just for today?" tendou's mouth dropped, ushijima's eyes were widened and everyone around that heard him say that was shocked.

"are you sure? you're usually not like this." taichi asked, worried about his friend.

shirabu only nodded.

the team agreed, maybe he was just stressed about all these exams. he quickly went to his dorm and threw himself on his bed.

he stared into non-existent and then snapped. he rolled all over his bed while covering his red face,

"GAAHH WHY DID I DO THAT?!" he yelled to himself.

"but his muscles were so-" he murmured but stopped himself from going too crazy over a person, "NO." he sat up.

"i need to calm myself for a bit.." he sighed and changed into his casual clothes.

he grabbed his phone and headset, plugging it in. maybe some music will calm him down. he listens to a couple of songs and it helps him take off his mind off of the older setter.

but still, he's beginning to think what's wrong with him. this love thing is really giving him the effect,

it's ridiculous, he thought.