Number Neighbor - Lev X Yaku

One

"LEV, YOU BLUNDERING MORON!"

Lev turned to see where the insult was coming from, only to be met in the face with a volleyball. As the ball hit the ground, a shocked expression and a stinging pain were left on the silver-haired boy's face.

"Ow..." Lev groaned, rubbing his nose in an attempt to ease the pain. Pulling his hand away, he noticed a familiar red liquid on his fingers. The Russian Blue had a bloody nose.

"Oh man- I'm sorry, Lev. I was aiming for the back of your head, hoping to knock some sense into you. I didn't think you would turn around..." Yaku apologized while jogging over to his underclassman. Usually, the libero felt no remorse after wounding or offending the freakishly tall middle blocker, but this time seemed different.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up!" Yaku grabbed Lev's free arm, as the other was occupied, pinching his nose in a futile effort to stop the flow of blood. The libero led the taller boy to the comfortable clubroom, where a mini-fridge was kept, filled with ice packs and water bottles, in case of situations like this one.

The second Lev sat down, his face finally within Yaku's reach, the shorter boy grabbed onto the sides of the other's head. Turning it up, down, and to the sides, Yaku began inspecting the injury he had caused. The Russian looked away, unable to meet the brunette's gaze.

The butterflies in Lev's stomach were not an appreciated addition on top of the stabbing pain in his face. For someone so small, the brown-eyed boy packed a very powerful spike.

"It's not broken. You'll be fine." Yaku stated blandly, releasing his grip on the middle blocker's face, then handing him an ice pack.

Lev let out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding. Relief coursed through his body as he pressed the cold object against his burning skin.

As the shorter boy walked away, Lev couldn't help but look him up and down. His small frame was in high contrast to his overflowing personality. Yaku never let his height, more-so lack of, stop him from achieving his goals. Once the libero put his mind to something, he was unstoppable. That was one of the many things Lev admired about his upperclassman.

Unaware that he was smiling to himself, the Russian was snapped out of his thoughts when his senpai began undressing.

"U-um, Yaku-San, w-what are you doing?" Lev stuttered, averting his eyes. Light pink was now dusting his cheeks.

"Uh, changing? Practice will end any minute now, and we are already here, so I figured I would just switch clothes now." The libero explained, proceeding to take off his shirt. The green-eyed boy nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat.

Yaku continued getting dressed while Lev patiently waited for the blood-flow from his nose to stop. After a short period of looking around the clubroom, occasionally stealing glances at the brunette, other members of the team began to filter in.

"Great job today, guys! I'm really proud of our progress! Stay sexy everyone!" Kuroo announced, clapping his hands. A very tired Kenma flinched behind his captain at the sudden noise.

"Everyone except me..." The pudding head mumbled, engrossed in his video game. Little sound effects emerged from the device in his hands.

"Especially you!" Kuroo exclaimed, booping the introvert's nose with a little 'pop' noise. Kenma groaned at the intimacy as his childhood counterpart chuckled.

"Get a room!" Yamamoto scoffed, earning a few scattered snickers from his teammates and an eye roll from their setter.

As people finished changing and began leaving, Kuroo made one final announcement.