𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐀.

orange and yellow are a great mix.

today was a tuesday.
and karasuno had a practice match with nekoma.

as the team of crows flocked together, they arrived at nekoma. excited, nervous but pumped— except for tsukishima, that stoic bastard was making fun of shoyo for feeling sick even though it was just a practice match.

nekomas volleyball team was at the front of the school, already there to greet them.

"kuroo-san!" hinata yelled with excitement, greeting the bed-headed cat.

"shrimpy chan! good to see you crows again. are you guys ready?" kuroo gave his signature smirk.

"aha. we should be telling you that kuroo-san, after all, we did beat nekoma last year." tsukishima remarked with a sly smirk.

kuroo gave him a stare down before puffing his chest and shrugging it off.

"ne, ne kuroo san! you aren't a third year anymore so why are you here at nekoma?" hinata jumped.

"well, your amazing, intelligent senpai finished all his work and has a day off so i thought i'd give nekoma a visit; see how the boys are doing." kuroo smiled like a middle aged man watching his kids grow up.

"you really weren't wanted though." lev chimed in. that earned a smack to lev's chest.

"sugoi! kuroo-san must be really smart!" hinata laughed.

kuroo made an over dramatic grateful face and laughed back.

"i thought we already established my high IQ since last year already. now let's get you crows inside, i wanna see how all of you improved!"

they entered the volleyball court of nekoma and met some new first years inside already warming up.

kageyama put his backpack aside as did everyone else did and jumped when he heard a scream.

"kenma!" hinata yelled, enough for everyone to hear.

kenma was now a third year, captain of nekoma, though he tried telling kuroo he didn't want to be. everyone could see the light in kenmas eyes light up when he recognized the voice as shoyo's.

"shoyo. good to see you." kenma said with a small smile.

hinata hugged him tight. hinata was taller than kenma so kenma was totally engulfed by the second year.

kageyama noticed the soft blush on kenmas face. well, probably everybody did.

hinata and kenma hung around each other for the whole practice, smiles and laughs could be heard amongst the court. it was shocking but refreshing to see kenma being so competitive. shocking because kenma looks like he never tries, refreshing because he's trying.

kageyama didn't mind hinata hanging out with kenma. as a fellow setter, kageyama looked up to kenma-san. he wanted to learn from kenma and respected him. but something irked him. the way they would exchange looks, as if there was something deep between them.

he sometimes heard boys and girls whispering when they visited nekoma.

"ne, kenma is always in a good mood when that orange haired crow arrives."

"it's obvious kenma is crushing!"

"he's usually so cold and distant. it's a sight to see!"

"i think i see the orange hair dude giving him flirty looks too!"

"haha, they look good together!"

kageyama tried to ignore it. it was just non-existent theories, and he shouldn't be letting it get to him.

but, it still irked him. kageyama did suffer from his insecurities and doubts. his heart was now pumping fast, blood flowing through his veins.

"kageyama!"

oh, he was being called to set.

-

practice was ending soon and he was packing up until he heard one of nekoma's first years say,

"kenma-senpai and hinata-senpai always hang out when they have a chance! they really do look good together."

"yeah, they do. even there hair colors, yellow and orange go good together, just like them!"

what a stupid comment. colors doesn't make up a relationship. he packed his things up and put on his shoes, knowing that he was dating shoyo.

he was walking with yamaguchi and tsukishima, not paying attention to the insults from salt shaker. he was too busy staring at the sunset, it was orange and yellow. too immersed into the scenery, he smiled.

if only he turned his back.

maybe he'll make steak for shoyo tonight.

end of orange and yellow are a great mix.

writers note: oh shit.