Two with one crown (UshiTen)

Expectations (part two)

Squeaks and slams were heard from the gym as Ushijima opened the door. He stayed in the doorway, looking at the people playing and admiring the overwhelming size of the gym.

"Don't just stand there. Aren't you gonna come in?"

He startled from the sudden change in noise, looking at where the voice came from. It was a smaller boy, I mean not small, but not as tall as everyone else in the court.

He had blonde, flat hair that didn't go far past his ears with a teasing smirk plastered on his face. His bangs looked like they were cut by a four year old. He was accompanied by a much taller boy who had fluffy hair and an under cut. His eyes were squinty, yet still looked energetic.

"Well?"

The shorter one questioned again.

"Right, I'm sorry."

He stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

"I'm Wakatoshi Ushi-"

the boy bounced the volleyball he had in his hands, making a lout noise that interrupted him and started walking to one side of the court. The taller boy followed.

"What position do you play, Jack?"

Ushijima looked at him, confused.

"Oi! I asked you a question! What's your problem with answering people?"

He yelled.

"Are you talking to me?"

Ushijima questioned. Where did the name Jack come from?

"Yes! Duh."

He rolled his eyes. He took a moment to comprehend this mans attitude before attempting to correct him.

"My name is actually-"

"I don't give a shit what your name is. I'm calling you Jack cause you look like a freakin' beanstalk."

His use of language startled him, but he was pretty sure this guy was his senpai so he shouldn't say anything about it.

"Get on the other side of the court."

The taller boy said, much calmer than the smaller. He obeyed, not wanting to get shouted at again by the tiny chihuahua man.

"So what position?"

The taller one spoke again.

"Oh um. I can take many roles, but I mostly play Wing Spiker or Opposite Hitter."

He answered.

"Great."

The little one started again.

"I play Pinch Server and Tenmon plays Middle Blocker."

He bounced the volleyball again and i starred at him again. The taller one seemed to catch onto my confusion.

"I'm Temnon Murakami and he's Mokusei Hashimoto."

His voice was calm and cold, sorta like ice. Hashimoto on the other hand, his voice sounded skippy and sharp, like he knew he was better than everyone else.

"Hey. Don't tell me you two are giving him a hard time?"

A new voice chimed in.

Ushijima turned around to see a medium height male with ash blonde hair and dark tips.

"Hi, I'm Eita Semi."

He shot out his hand, the other still in a cross-arm position. He took out his hand to shake Semi's.

"Wakatoshi Ushijima."

Hashimoto shifted on his feet.

"Semi stop getting all friendly with the new guy."

Semi looked at him with an annoyed expression.

"Isn't that what we're supposed to be doing? What have you been saying to them?"

Hashimoto looked off, avoiding eye contact with the ash blonde.

"He's been making sure to scare away every single one."

Murakami laughed.

"SHUT UP, DAMNIT!"

The blonde yelled, stepping on the other's foot.

"Ow!"

Semi laughed at the two.

Well, he can certainly say that this is not what Ushijima expected from the Shiratorizawa volleyball team.

(572 words)