𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐕𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄 ll 𝐡. 𝐲𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟺 𝚕 𝙾𝚖𝚒-𝙾𝚖𝚒

Yachi blinked, once, twice, three times before turning on her heel and bolting. She pushed past the groups of volleyball players, tears streaming down her cheeks. She only stopped as she crashed into the unsuspecting Bokuto, who, in the moment had completely shut down after his loss to Itachiyama. He perked up at the sight of the blonde before realizing what was going on.

"Yacchan?" He asked, helping her up. "What's wrong?" She sniffled, wiping her face, but the tears kept coming.

"Ku-Kura a-and Nohebi's Ca-Captain were...They were..." Her throat burned. "K-kissing!" Bokuto cocked his head to the side.

"But those two broke up awhile ago..." He circled an arm around her shoulder. "Come on," he urged. "We'll get to the bottom of this, I know Sakura would never do that." And Bokuto was right. By the time they made it to the hallway, they found Sakura, quite literally, breaking down in a male's arms, wearing a green and yellow uniform. Beside them was Daishou—on the floor groaning—and next to him was a tall boy in a red jacket with yellow hair. Bokuto grumbled angrily at the sight of the man in yellow. "Ew." He muttered, the latter's dark eyes locking with Bokuto's.

"Ew right back at you." He sneered. Sakura, despite the circumstances, snorted. She wiped her eyes rapidly, sniffling, before pulling out a sanitizer and passing it to the disgusted looking man. He took it gratefully, nearly squeezing the entire onto his hand. Sakura, who finally had noticed Yachi, nearly choked on her own tears at the sight of her girlfriend's tearstained face.

"Yacchan...?" She reached out a careful hand, and hurt flashed across her face when Yachi didn't reach out.

"Calm your panties, blondie," the one in red remarked. "Your babe of a girlfriend wasn't cheating on you." He hauled Daishou up, who looked dazed into the next dimension. "This snake kissed her, not the other way around. Omi-Kun just decked him in the face~" Said 'Omi-Kun' glared at the blonde.

"Don't make me lysol you, Miya." The blonde held his hands up in defense.

"Ah~! So scary, Omi-Omi~!" He squawked as the, now empty, hand sanitizer smacked him in the forehead. The ravenette gingerly pushed on Sakura's back.

"Go on. Make up. Just don't do it in front of me, or I will puke." He looked at Miya. "And I'm aiming it at him." Sakura shook her head before taking a few careful steps in front of Yachi before holding her hands together.

"I'm sorry, Yachi. I didn't mean to hurt you in any way. I owe you an explanation, and I will give it. However, I want you to know I would never cheat on you, not in a million years." Yachi sniffled, wiping her cheeks.

"I know, Kura. I overreacted, and I won't push you to explain yourself." She held out her hands, and Sakura took them. "Because I trust you." Sakusa held a hand over his masked face.

"Oh God.....Atsumu, c'mere~!" The blonde backed away as Itachiyama's Wing Spiker loomed over him, pulling off the corner of his mask.

"No, no, no!" He cried. "I want to liiiiive!!!"

~

"Thanks, Sakusa." Bokuto hissed, taking Sakura's phone and stuffing it into his pocket. Currently, she was latched onto him, almost completely out.

"I still don't understand why you hate me so much." The Wing Spiker retorted before recoiling as Atsumu threw his arm around the latter's shoulders. "Ew, get off." Atsumu ignored this, opting to set his head on the germaphobe's shoulder.

"Eh, Bokkun's just salty." He remarked. "So I'd watch out next match, Omi-Kun." Sakusa just rolled his eyes. Before he could speak his distaste for the nickname, Kuroo barreled down the hallway.

"Holy shit." He wheezed. "We've been looking everywhere for yo—Why are there top school players hanging around you, Kura?" He asked. "And why the hell is Daishou on the floor? Not that I'm complaining." Sakura motioned towards Sakusa and Atsumu, who was squabbling with the Wing Spiker.

"They're my new friends. Omi-Omi and 'Tsum-Tsum." She remarked. "Omi beat the living hell out of the snake over there."

"Thank you." Kuroo nodded towards the pair before his gaze met with Atsumu's. "Miya." He greeted.

"Hey Kuroo." The twin regarded him with a sly smile. "Take care of her~" Kuroo huffed out an amused breath.

"You didn't even need to tell me."