Dance For Me, Keiji

Coffee and The Next James Bond

"No, Tooru"

"Oh, come one!" The captain whines, "How bad is it going to be?"

"It's illegal to be carrying firearms, stupidkawa"

"Yeah, ok, ok, fine" Tooru sighs, taking a sip of his coffee. "Can we at least keep the-"

"No"

The Seijoh captain, his cousin, and Akaashi, were sitting in a Starbucks on a Sunday, drinking coffee and eating cake as they were forced to listen to Oikawa Tooru's extravagant plans on how to sneak Akaashi and himself out of the training camp.

"Like James Bond" Oikawa had said excitedly, but the smile and plan was quickly shut down with a no. 

"Does anyone actually have a decent plan that won't get us either killed or sent to jail in the process?" Akaashi sighs, running a hand through his hair tiredly.

"Nope" Oikawa grins.

Yuki scowls at her cousin, who shrank in his seat. "Maybe" she answers, downing her coffee's last drops.

"The training camp starts tomorrow, right?," she inquires, and the volleyball players nod. ",and ends on Friday?" They nod again.

"Since the NBDC is happening on Wednesday, you guys could just say you had to babysit you neighbor's kid or pull in the sick card or something, Akaashi can drive you to the stadium" Yuki says, pulling out the paper bags that she had rested against the chair.

"Here," she says as she hands it to them. They take it, peering inside.

"These.." Akaashi looks inside, his facial expression morphing into one of awe and surprise. "These are amazing, Yuki"

"Yes," Oikawa hums in agreement, tugging out the blue costume to take a better look at it. 

Because, it's perfect. 

The theme color of their routine happened to be a dark navy blue and white.

 Akaashi sported the white costume. His costume was meant to resemble a swan, so there were feathers attached that circled his upper shirt. Oikawa sported the dark blue costume. His costume screamed royalty with the gold and blue sequences that decorated it.

They had both agreed that, while Akaashi was both smaller in frame and size, he was slender enough to dance the female part. He had both the skills (and weight) to kill it.

While Oikawa was larger in both frame, size, and height, he was perfect for the male role.

"Thank you, dear cousin," He says sickeningly sweet. "For deciding not to humiliate us by dressing us up in swan pajamas"

SMACK

"OW! OW! OK, OK! I AM SORRY!" Oikawa yelped, trying to pry Yuki's finnger off his hair.

"You better shut up, shittykawa, or i'll take the costume and shove it up your-"

"Yuki" Akaashi sighs exasperatedly. Yuki huffs, retracting, crossing her arms as she slumps on her seat.

"Fine, but if I hear something else come out of that stupid-"

"Yuki"

"Fine"

Akaashi slides his fork and cuts out a piece of the cake, taking a small bite.
"How our we going to practice, though?" He asks, setting the fork down.
"I mean, it's not like Nekoma has a ballet studio, and I'd rather not sneak out and drive to Miyagi all the way from Tokyo"