Karasuno Fight {One Shot Book}

F In The Chat

I'm unsure of what this is. It's pretty shitty. Hope you guys like it anyway!

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"You motherfucker-!"

"Hey, watch the language!"

"Yeah, watch the fucking language, Oikawa-san!"

"You little shit!"

Kuroo wheezed as doubled over in his gaming chair, not at all caring that his character's entire head was just blown off, in favor of laughing at the banter that was now going on between the the other players.

"Guys!" Sawamura's voice crackles as he yells into the mic to be heard over the chaos. "This is not what the mics are for, stop being so vulgar!"

"I'll stop when this little fuck is buried six feet underground and I'm parading his lifeless head around like a trophy!"

"You wish you could, Oikawa-san!" Futakuchi fires back gleefully. "I just killed Kuroo-san and Daishou-san!"

"You were only able to shoot him cause he's losing his shit." Daishou replies coolly. "Listen to him, he's cackling like a witch."

"Yo, Kuroo, you alright man-? Oh fuck-!"

Bokuto cuts himself off with a scream, a tell tale sign that he had just been killed, and judging by Terushima's excited giggling, he was the culprit.

"Dammit!" Bokuto wailed, a loud thud echoing through the mic not long after. "I wasn't ready! Terushima, you bastard!"

Kuroo chokes around a laugh, once again losing control of himself as he smashes his head into his desk, still cackling like a madman.

"Y'all, I think Kuroo-san is having a heart attack over there. Kuroo-san, you good?"

"I think he's dying," Moniwa says worriedly. "He sounds like he's dying. Kuroo-san, do I need to call 119? Are you okay?"

Kuroo gasps like a fish out of water, gripping the desk with a vengeance, trying to reign himself in before he passed out from lack of oxygen. "E-Every..." he managed to wheeze out after a few minutes. "Eveheheryone s-shut up, p..please. Oh, God, I feel like I'm gonna pahahass out..."

"Sawamura-san, Bokuto-san, Kuroo-san," Ushijima suddenly says. "You are all familiar with how video games are meant to function, can one of you tell me why my character's face is now on his ass?"

The chat was silent for only a few heartbeats, slowly processing the words that had just left Ushijima's mouth. Then the laughter starts.

Kuroo's previous cackling returns tenfold, Ushijima's words replaying over and over in his mind until he feels like he's losing his mind from laughing so much.

The others aren't fairing much better. Oikawa, Terushima, and Futakuchi were practically shrieking into the mics, their laughs shrill and high pitched. Bokuto and Daichi might as well be grown men with how deep their laughs sound, and Daishou and Moniwa were giggling hysterically like small children.

"Why is everyone laughing? I do not understand what is so funny?"

"Ushijima-san, oh my gohohohohohod!" Futakuchi manages to squeak before succumbing to his laughter once again.

"He doesn't gehehehet it?" Bokuto shouts incredulously through his own. "He reheheally doesn't get it?"

"I suppose not," Daichi chuckles. "He seems vehehery..." he cuts himself off as he struggles with his laughter for a moment, before finally finishing his sentence. "...c-confused..."

"Oh sweet jehehesus," Terushima pants like he's run a marathon. "Ushijima-san, buddy, you're gonna send me into cardiac arrest, holy shit..."

Kuroo giggles tiredly to himself, burying his face in his arms as he slumps further onto the desk, his mouth and stomach aching from laughing so much.

The chat is silent once again save for the pants, snorts, and leftover giggles of the recovering gamers, the game they had been playing previously forgotten during all the chaos.

Then, the silence breaks once again.

"Why would I send you into cardiac arrest, Terushima?" Ushijima says blankly, although he does sound genuinely concerned. "I cannot even see you. Do you need assistance? Do I need to get Moniwa-san to call 119? Please answer me, I would like to make sure that you are not dead."

And just like that, the chat explodes into laughter once again.