Karasuno Fight {One Shot Book}

Seven Captains In A Room Bitching

Just my dumb ass trying to be self indulgent, and have Yamamoto with the next gen captains for once instead of Kenma (even though he barely makes an appearance, smh.) This is also like, borderline crack. I'm not sure what this is or where I was going with it, but I wrote it and it actually looks pretty good. So please tell me what you guys think!

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"So y'all hear me out--"

"Oh, hear we go--"

"Terushima Yuuji, if you say one word about your dick I'm going to castrate it from your body with your boyfriend's car keys."

Ennoshita chuckled quietly as Terushima paled, quickly shutting his mouth and slowly inching away from Shirabu before he scrambled across the pillow and sheet covered floor to hide behind Futakuchi. Futakuchi laughed loudly to himself, then seemed to  realize what Shirabu said and squawked indignantly. "Hey! Why my car keys?"

Shirabu just stared blankly at him, unimpressed. "Your boyfriend, your responsibility."

Futakuchi stuck his tongue out childishly. "Yeah, well. We'd both prefer if you didn't castrate him, thank you very much. Our life wouldn't be nearly as fun."

Beside Ennoshita, Akaashi grimaced. "Oh gross, Futakuchi-san..."

Yamamoto had the audacity to start laughing as Yahaba made a face, his nose scrunching in disgust. "Futakuchi, I did not need to know about you and Terushima's sex life. I really did not."

Futakuchi stuck his tongue out again as he reached behind his back and pulled Terushima into his lap, holding him close as he smushed his cheek against Terushima's own. "Don't worry, Teru," Futakuchi assured. "I'll protect you from that horrible little man, he's not castrating anyone today." Terushima hummed contentedly, the color coming back into his face as he flushed a light pink.

Shirabu gagged before rolling his eyes. "Oh, you are really threatening, Futakuchi. I'm so scared, practically shaking in my socks."

Futakuchi just blew a raspberry at him.

Ennoshita snickered again, watching the exchange in mild amusement. "You guys are so strange. Why do I hang out with you people again?"

"Because you literally have no social life outside of us."

"Because we love you!"

"Because Kinoshita-san and Narita-san were being "disgustingly cute" again and you said you were being a third wheel so you ditched them."

"Because I love you, Ennoshita-san."

Ennoshita's annoyance at the previous three statements quickly dissipated as he flushed at Akaashi's own quiet statement. Futakuchi whistled as Terushima and Yamamoto laughed. Shirabu gagged again. Ennoshita ignored them and smiled at Akaashi, gently tugging him closer. He leaned down and whispered in Akaashi's ear. "I love you too, Akaashi-san."

"Ugh, barf." Shirabu muttered.

"Shirabu-san, you have a whole ass boyfriend, the fuck are you still doing that for?"

Shirabu flushed a deep red at the mention of his own boyfriend. "T-That's different! Semi-san is a normal boyfriend, meanwhile these two--" he paused to gesture wildly at Terushima and Futakuchi, who were currently making out in the corner. "Are the most dysfunctional couple I've ever seen!"

Yamamoto barked out another laugh, falling flat onto his back as he tried to recover from his giggle fit. "I'm pretty sure that word also applies to you and Semi-san, Shirabu-san."

"No, it does not!" Shirabu retorted.

"Does to."

"Does not!"

"Does to!"

"Does not!"

"Does to!"

"Shirabu-san, Yamamoto-san, please for the love of god, shut the fuck up! My head feels like its gonna explode cause of your bickering."

Yamamoto blushed, embarrassed that he was being scolded by Yahaba. "Oh, sorry, Yahaba-san." He mumbled.

"Thank you, now just go to sleep, it's almost one in the morning." He rolled over so his back was facing everyone, grabbing a sheet and throwing it over himself. "Goodnight."

"Ah, but Yahaba, the fun always happens early in the morning. Didn't you remember last time?"

"Futakuchi, I swear to God, if you even think about coming over here and-"

Yahaba's words lost their fright as soon as he started laughing. Not that he could help it, since Futakuchi was currently hunched over him, poking and prodding anywhere on his torso that he could reach with quick and relentless fingers.

"Can we have a pillow fight like last time too?"

Ennoshita decided that this was the moment to step in, holding out his hands and shaking his head at Terushima. "Absolutely not, you know what happened last time-"

He was suddenly cut off by a pillow to the face. The pillow miraculously stayed on his face for a moment or two, then comically slid down until it fell into his lap with a quiet thump.

His eye twitched, and his mouth curled into a predatory smirk, a look he reserved only for when he was about to go ape shit on someone (or in this case, several someones.) The room was so silent you could hear a pin drop.

"Alright," he said, his tone sickeningly sweet. "Who threw that pillow?"