"Uh, hey? Is there a person working here as a singer?" Kuroo asked with his hopes up. The beautiful man in front of him whose hands were busy drying off the newly washed drinking glasses tilted his head. "I'm sorry but we don't employ performers. The customers, however, are the one doing the singing freely." He lips motioned towards the karaoke at the far left of the bar. "We have those types of customers who come by and go rarely."

The road before him was curved. He decided to slow down a bit, before finally making his mind. Stepping on the gas pedal, Tsukishima held the steering wheel hard as he ran through the iron fence. As if everything around him moved slowly, he felt adrenaline coursing in his veins. Tsukishima closed his eyes, as he was welcomed by the sea.

Kei Tsukishima didn't expect much of his volleyball trip to Tokyo. In fact, he expected nothing of it. The team was going to be staying with the boys from Nekoma High for half a month - a sort of low-budget summer training camp. Tsuki could think of much better ways to spend his summer, but he didn't. It was summer. He wasn't supposed to be thinking at all. Of course, Tsuki might have been right about his expectation of the Tokyo trip. Tsuki was almost always right. But then again, he had been assigned to none other than Tetsurō Kuroo, the captain of the Nekoma High volleyball team, and so, of course, this time he was wrong. He was so wrong.